#unluckily in love: fragments of love

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some yuel/tavi nonsense lol also i finished coding/editing the 2nd chapter of uil: fragments of love so hopefully i can release it Soon!

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Satoru Gojo

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Summary: Satoru makes the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back in time, he would take it all back in a heartbeat.

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Cheating, Smut, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Some Biting, Vaginal Sex, Daddy Kink, Creampie

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There’s something wrong with Satoru, and you can’t quite put your finger on it– Well, you have an idea of what it is but you don’t want to accuse your fiancé of such an outrageous act of betrayal. He’s coming home later than usual, bearing gifts and stinking of some cheap perfume. He claims he’s working late with his secretary, the company is going through a rough patch and he has to fix it all.

You noticed it from the beginning. One night Satoru came home later than usual and he wasn’t your usual Satoru. He was distant and refused to even make eye contact with you. He was hiding his phone, and was extra wary about where he put it for the night. It happened six months ago, and you were willing to look past it because you loved Satoru and it was surely a one time thing.

Until the next day where the same thing happened. And then a week later. Six months later you’re dealing with the same issue, trying to convince yourself that it isn’t happening. The signs are all there, but you don’t want to question your partner’s loyalty. Truly after making such accusations, everything will be over. So you bite your tongue even though Satoru clearly acts differently for a reason.

“How was work today?” You ask him, clearing the table from the dinner you just had. You surprised him tonight, preparing one of his favorite meals since you knew he’d be home early tonight. You hope that by surprising him with food, he’d come home early more often.

Unluckily for you, Satoru played with his food the entire duration of the meal. He was looking at his phone the entire meal, barely acknowledging your presence. But you’ll attribute it to him having a rough day at work. A rough week at this point… Nevertheless, you’ll find a way to excuse his behavior.

“Can you help me clean up?” You ask him after your question goes ignored, and Satoru barely acknowledges your existence. You’re getting tired of this, and you’re not sure for how much longer you can withstand it. You speak again, your voice much firmer this time, “Satoru, honey, can you help me?”

“Uh… Sure.” He replies, standing up from the table and doing just as you’ve asked. You make some conversation with him, knowing you hold his attention for a small fragment of time and you have to make it count. He gives you vague answers, but at least he gives you something. 

Midway through the conversation is like a flip switches in Satoru, and he begins to smile as he speaks to you. He cracks a couple of jokes, and you two begin to laugh like the sweet couple you are. You feel like you’re in the very beginning of your relationship once again. He’s making jokes just to hear your sweet laugh.

Before you know it, you’re cuddling up with him on the couch. You allow yourself to easily forget about his past behavior, simply because he’s acting like the man you love after all this time. 

“Was dinner not good? You barely touched your food.” You ask him, and he bites down his lip.

“It was good, I wasn’t too hungry though.” He answers, though he quickly changes the topic. You partially understand why he wants to talk about something else. You’re finally having a good time, he doesn’t want it to change. “When’s your next work trip? I don’t want to get accustomed to having you here.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow for three days.” You respond, and you see a small pout come to his face. You almost laugh at the response, chuckling before kissing his cheek. You don’t understand the response when most nights he isn’t by your side either way, but you still appreciate the reaction. “I’ll be back in no time, babe.”

“I’m going to miss you.” He says, a phrase that is odd to hear from him but it brings a smile to your face. Maybe whatever is going on is fixable. You peck his lips, getting even closer to him.

“You can appreciate me while I’m still here.” You tell him, and within a blink of an eye, you’re on top of him. He’s given you no sign, but you feel the need to try to initiate something with Satoru. You had a consistent sex life with him until recently. The last time you felt Satoru’s touch was three months ago, and it was unsatisfactory to say the least… You hope you can change his mind this way. It’s stupid. 

You’re getting frisky, your hands unbuttoning his shirt while you kiss him, full of desperation. You need him. You’re too caught up in your own sentiments, barely noticing that he’s not touching you. You’re doing everything.

He’s not even kissing you back. You’re grabbing his hands and putting them on your ass since you know it’s one of– If not his favorite part of your body. But his hands quickly fall, telling you he’s disinterested.

“Satoru–” You pull away, about to ask why he isn’t even moving. Before a business trip, he’d make sure to remind you how much he loves you– But right now he can’t even keep eye contact with you.

“I’m not in the mood.” He mutters, and you swear you hear your heart break. It feels like this confirms all of your fears and doubts. You just know you’re frustrated. You get off him, and without even thinking twice, you blurt out,

“Are you cheating on me?” Which makes his eyes go wide. He looks at you, offended that you’ve asked that question. As if he hasn’t given you reasonable doubt. But even though the question lingers in your mind, you regret the words that leave your lips.

“How dare you?” He immediately replies, and you feel the urgent need to apologize for what you asked. You still want an answer that’s not his offense. Even though his response should give you an answer, you’re still wanting to hear him deny it.

“You’ve been acting weird– I don’t know what to think.” You try to justify yourself, as Satoru stands up from the couch.

“What? I told you I’m busy with work! But your first thought is that I’m–” Satoru finds himself yelling, and he stops himself. He takes a deep breath to not be too rash. He’s upset, but he won’t yell at you. “I love you so much, why would you even say that? I’ve done nothing but be loyal and cherish you but you’re–”

“You’re acting weird, Satoru! I– I’m sorry that I even suggested that but you’re acting really weird.” You’re tripping over your words, getting nervous during your confrontation. This is something that can completely ruin a relationship, you should’ve bit your tongue and held back on asking the question. 

“I can’t even look at you.” He mutters, walking away from you. He’s heading toward the front door, and you can’t stop him. You want to tell him to stop, you can figure this out; however, your voice gives out. Maybe deep down you know that you don’t have to apologize for anything. 

The feeling lingers, deep down you know you’re right. 

You allow yourself time to think. Time away from Satoru to decide what you want to do with your relationship. Work keeps you busy, but it reminds you of him. You met with him through your work, you were hired to accompany him on a trip and he kept flirting with you until he mustered up the courage to ask you out.

You’re wondering if maybe your work is the reason why he’s acting like this. Maybe you’re overthinking that he’s distant, and he’s actually just worried that someone else will woo you. You’ll think of anything to excuse his behavior, anything to stay on cloud nine when it comes to your fiancé. 

During your time away you reflect on your relationship. You need to have a serious chat with Satoru, something that you’ve been holding off on. You don’t want to have tough conversations in fear of hurting him, but it’s hurting your relationship.

You’re losing sleep over your issues, and you can’t stay away for another day. You’re going home early to try and fix your relationship problems, because you won’t be able to properly rest if you don’t fix it. 

Luckily, the lights are on when you come home. You’ll be able to speak with him immediately. You hope that by next week this will all be something that you laugh at. Alas, you know that you’ll need to put in a little more work. 

You walk into your place, leaving your luggage in your car. You want to talk to Satoru as fast as you can. 

You expect to find him in the kitchen, cooking something for himself since Satoru tends to try to make himself something when he’s free. But you guess you’re a little late. It’s past dinner time, he’s not in the kitchen… But he did leave a mess. You’re about to walk past it and check for him in the bedroom, but your eyes fixate on the sink.

Two glasses of wine. One has a red lipstick stain. The son of a bitch lied to you– No, maybe you’re overthinking. Perhaps he invited his mother over for dinner. He’s probably upstairs, too tired to clean up after himself so he left the mess for the morning.

You take a deep breath, using all your might to move your feet. You have to go upstairs to talk to him. You pray that you find him sleeping so you can avoid this whole situation right now– Or that the scene that plays in your mind isn’t happening.

Satoru is loyal to you. Satoru is loyal. You keep repeating the words to yourself as you walk upstairs. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest with every step. You’re getting sweaty, and thinking of the worst when you’re standing outside the closed bedroom door.

You hear it, and your heart breaks. You’re fidgeting with your fingers as you press your ear against the door to listen better. It’s his voice… It’s Satoru. Your Satoru. The same man that got defensive when you confronted him about his loyalty.

A man that you’ve loved so dearly for years, has betrayed you in the worst way possible.

But maybe, just maybe, you’re getting this whole situation wrong. You refuse to cry when you’re probably misreading this situation. Perhaps he’s just watching some explicit videos on his phone, something to kill his loneliness. You crack the door open, and you want to puke at the scene. 

A gasp leaves your lips, as if you’re surprised by it all. As if you didn’t already feel this was happening. Tears well your eyes, quickly spilling and falling down your face. He’s not only betraying you, but doing it on your own bed as if it were nothing. The bed that you’ve laid down beside him and shared so many intimate moments.

You make eye contact for a split second before you look at her. The woman that was always so sickly sweet with you is in bed with your fiancé. You always knew that there was something up with her, there was no plausible reason for her to be so nice. You brought up your concerns with Satoru, and he brushed them off.

“You two can go to hell.” You yell, remembering the words that Satoru always told you: She’s no one important, she won’t last long in the company or something along those lines. And yet here she is. You’re holding your breath, unable to exhale until you finally turn around. You hear Satoru call out your name as you begin to walk away.

You try to hold back on crying now, you don’t want to look pathetic in front of them. You’ll simply leave, even though he calls out your name to talk to you. The man that you swore you’d love for the rest of your life has made a fool out of you. With his secretary of all people… How cliché. 

“It isn’t what it seems!” Satoru is yelling, trying to catch up to you. You take a swift look at him, rolling your eyes. At least he has clothes on now, that’s an improvement. 

You don’t want to entertain him, you just head to the front door as Satoru mutters out baseless apologies. You don’t want to hear it, he’s just spewing whatever to get you to stay. Your hand lands on the cold doorknob, and before you get to turn it, his hand lands on your wrist.

“Please let me explain.” There’s desperation in his eyes, something that would’ve made you drop everything and tend to him ten minutes ago. Right now your blood is boiling, and the only sight that you want to see is a bloody Satoru lying down on the floor– It’s extremely unlike you, but you guess your thoughts won’t be too normal after finding out your fiancé balls deep into his secretary.

“Fuck you, Satoru. Fuck you and your secretary–” You begin before a loud laugh leaves your lips. It’s rare that you curse, but you can’t hold back now. You truly mean it, never in your life do you want to see the man that stands before you. You were ready to devote your entire life to him; yet, this is how he repays you. “I guess you already did, didn’t you?”

“Please, it was nothing.” He tries to explain which makes you scoff. You pry his hand off your wrist and open the door.

“I’m coming to get my stuff tomorrow while you work. I’ll leave the engagement ring on your nightstand.” You tell him before walking away, leaving him behind to yell your name. He mindlessly calls out to you, hoping that you come back to talk to him, but you don’t dare to look back at him. 

That concludes your relationship of years with Satoru. A few minutes of pleasure were worth ruining your four year long relationship, and an eternity together. You wipe away the tears that leave your eyes, trying to not feel bad about it. After all, Satoru made his bed, and you can’t change anything about it.

Satoru tries to contact you more times than you can count, which results in him being blocked everywhere. You don’t want to speak to him ever again. You spoke to his parents one last time, and explained everything to them before closing that chapter of your life. You want to completely forget that Satoru Gojo ever existed in your life. In your mind, you want it to be as if you never crossed paths.

You had two weeks of dwelling in sorrow, pitying yourself for your ex-fiancé’s actions before school started. Going back to teach English was actually going to be more helpful to you than you thought. The students keep you busy, managing to push away any dark thoughts from your mind.

You find the school to be a safe space from all the drama that surrounds your life. You don’t have to worry about Satoru trying to get you to communicate with him, and you know that he won’t dare to show up at your work. The idiot somehow found out where you live, and he’s been attempting to send you flowers or other romantic deliveries that quickly get turned down or end up in the trash. 

You hate the turn of events. You were practically begging for a more eventful life since everything had suddenly become so dull– How you regret wanting that change. Yet you guess it’s better like this. You should be grateful that you found Satoru’s true colors before it was too late. 

“There’s someone that wants to talk to you… He’s at your desk.” Your coworker warns you as you walk to the office. You furrow your brows, picking up the unsureness in her voice.

It’s been nearly two months since everything happened, so Satoru is the last thing on your mind. So you don’t have a problem walking to the office, assuming that it’s a student that is seeking help. Though you’re not too sure about it since most of them are supposed to be in class.

A scoff leaves your mouth when you enter the office and you see the man that you’ve been avoiding for the past two months. As you watch him lean over your desk and inspect every little gadget that’s on it, you realize it’s a miracle that he hasn’t shown up at your door to beg for forgiveness.

He hasn’t realized that you’re in the same room, so you have two options: turn around and pretend like you were never here, or confront him. You want to turn around and avoid him. And you will. But just as you turn on your heel to leave, he calls out your name. 

“Can we talk?” Satoru asks, clearly desperate to explain everything to you… But what is there to explain? No matter the reason, what he did is unforgivable.

You want to yell at him, and tell him to get out of your life forever. But your coworkers are standing around and you don’t want to cause a scene. You have to swallow the sharp words that rest at the tip of your tongue. You choose a more professional way to deliver your message,

“Mr. Gojo, please stop contacting me. Next time I receive some sort of message from you, I’ll be forced to file a restraining order.”

He calls out to you again, but you don’t acknowledge him in any way. Your coworkers stare at him, wondering what happened between the two of you, but no one is bold enough to actually ask. For your ex-fiancé to show up at your work to talk, and refusing to speak to him is no small feat. Regardless, no one will ask you and no one is going to dare to speak to the man.

They don’t get a chance either way, Satoru quickly walks out of the office after checking his phone, leaving the place behind. Leaving too many questions unanswered.

“What do you need?” Satoru answers the phone with attitude when he gets into his car. He’s too annoyed to deal with anything else, especially with her. The woman that he broke things off with immediately, yet she won’t leave him alone for some reason. 

For some reason, as if he hadn’t started an emotional affair with her– Sure, for him it was purely physical but for her it seems like feelings developed. Even though he tried to fire her (which didn’t work out since she threatened to sue due to an inappropriate workplace relationship with a very clear power imbalance), she keeps trying to call him and act as if their relationship hasn’t ended. 

“When are we meeting again?” She acts as if nothing happened. Her voice is so irritating to him, it’s become one of his most hated sounds. He rolls his eyes when he hears her speak, and he has to sigh. He can’t get rid of her completely, as much as he wants to. 

“Please refrain from calling me unless there’s a work emergency.” Satoru tries to remain calm. He’s not going to waste his energy by losing his cool on her. By keeping things professional, he hopes that she’ll take a hint and leave him alone. But he’s not so lucky, he’s getting extremely bad karma for his actions. “Is there anything else? I’m busy.”

“We– We have to talk.” She sounds hesitant, though Satoru doesn’t really care. If she wants to never speak again, he’d be overjoyed. 

“What is it?” He asks, hoping that it’s something she can say over the phone. He wants to meet as little as possible with her. The line is quiet for a minute before she says,

“Can we please meet in person?” She questions, making Satoru scoff. No way in hell will he willingly meet up with her. His response gives her the answer she needs. She knows he’ll hang up soon so she blurts out, “I’m pregnant.”

“Huh?” His eyes go wide as he processes the words that he just heard. Pregnant? No, that can’t be, he’s always been so careful with her. He ensured she was on birth control and he always made sure to wear a condom. A pregnancy shouldn’t even be possible. “What– You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“I– I’m not. I wish I was.” He can almost hear the smirk that’s on her lips. She tries to act like this is something bad, but he can hear that this is ideal for her. “I swear I’m not lying.”

“What the fuck?” Satoru is pinching the bridge of his nose as he wonders how the hell this happened. He still can’t believe her, and he won’t until he sees a test result right in his face. One that he sees her take.

He absolutely can’t trust her with anything.

Satoru finally decides to leave you alone for the first time in months. You’re still on his mind, but he has bigger issues to deal with right at this moment. Somehow, someway, he’s becoming a father. This wasn’t in the cards for him, especially with someone that isn’t you. 

“What do you think about going shopping for baby clothes tomorrow?” She’s resting her head on his lap, talking like she usually does when she’s with him. He’s engrossed with his phone, creating a new account to check up on your social media. Satoru’s given you space since he has a girlfriend now. 

He’s not sure if he’s a coward or what, but he can’t do much. He got someone pregnant, so he’s forced to step up. He’s fucked up in a lot of ways, but he isn’t the type of man that’s going to leave his child behind. But he’s for sure the man that secretly looks at his ex’s social media. 

“Satoru, are you listening?” He hears, and he hums in response. Though he’s not too enthusiastic, which makes her sigh. She raises her head from his lap and squints her eyes as she looks at him. She doesn’t have to look at his phone to know.

She snatches the phone out of his head and tosses it to the side, making a frown appear on his face. He’s about to protest but she gets on top of him, cupping his face. “You know… I miss you.”

“I’m right here.” Satoru can’t make eye contact with her. He feels guilty by just looking at her. Not because he feels like he owes her anything, but because by looking at her he’s reminded of you. You two would’ve been married now. 

“Baby, stop thinking of her.” She says, going down to peck his lips. The sentence would’ve driven any other woman mad, but that’s her reality. It’s been her reality since the beginning, ever since she decided to sleep with a man that was in a relationship. “I saw her last night.”

“Where?” A sudden spark appears in his eyes which ticks her off. She has to pretend like she doesn’t see it.

“She was out with some man.” She’s fighting off a smirk, she can’t seem wicked in front of Satoru. Though watching his expression darken satisfies her. “She’s moved on, you can move on as well.”

“I guess.” Satoru is vulnerable, weak enough to believe anything that goes past him. As long as he gets to hear about you, he doesn’t care if a statement is true or false. Though he doesn’t like the news he’s receiving. “Are you sure it was her though?”

“Yeah. I know so. She’s hard to confuse with someone else.” She answers, and Satoru clenches his jaw. Perhaps it was just a male friend, no one that you’re interested in romantically… Though he did the same thing, and this is where it landed him. “I’m here for you, baby. Me and our baby.”

She grabs his hand and places it on her small bump, reminding him that they’re bound together for life. Satoru is biting down his lip, jealousy consuming him at the mere thought of you with someone else. He almost wants to get back at you. As if you’d get hurt by what he does or doesn’t do. You’ve moved on from him, you clearly don’t care about what he does. 

Satoru knows that he’s lost you, he doesn’t win anything by not giving in. He is touch deprived, desperate to feel something more. He’s already sacrificed so much for the few moments of pleasure that the woman in front of him gave him, what’s one more time?

Her lips land on his again, and he doesn’t fight it. But he also doesn’t kiss her back. The situation reminds him of the last time that you made a move on him and he rejected you. He’s so close to shutting his eyes and listening to his dick, but he almost pukes when an image of you pops up into his head.

He can’t do it, not even when he’s trying to get back at you. It’s his bad karma. He ends up pushing her away, telling her, “It’s best if we don’t.”

“What’s the harm in it?” She’s annoyed that he pushes her away. He’s not wrapped around her finger like she thought.

“I’m not in the mood.” He takes a firm stance, and she tries to remain calm. She opens her mouth to speak but Satoru clears his throat, “I think it’s best if we stop whatever we’re doing here. It’s not healthy.”

“What do you mean?” She furrows her brows. Satoru takes a deep breath, thinking of how to land the blow. He knows that she won’t be too delighted, but does he really care about her feelings?

“If we’re going to have some sort of relationship, it’s only a co-parenting one. I’m not interested in anything else.” He says, and she begins to laugh as if it’s some kind of joke. Though it fades when she realizes that Satoru has a stoic expression on his face. He couldn’t be more serious.

“Satoru, I am carrying your baby. You can’t be serious.” She makes a big show of it, putting her hand on her bump. She wants to make it as clear as she can that she’s expecting his child. 

“Which is why we’ll co-parent. Other than that, I’m not interested.” He responds, and her hands ball up into fists. She doesn’t understand. He’s already lost everything, what’s the harm of being with her now? He should move on since you clearly don’t care about him.

“What is wrong with you?” She asks, completely offended. How could he not want her? He’s risked everything to be with her, but when he actually can be, he refuses. “We’re having a baby, you’re not with her anymore– We can finally be together.”

“I don’t want to be with you. It’s simple.” Satoru answers, and before a major argument ensues, he stands up. He begins to walk to the door, leaving her behind to yell at the wall. He knows arguing is senseless.

If she wants to escalate the situation, he’s more than willing to settle everything in court.

Satoru is trying to come to terms with the fact that he’s becoming a father, and you aren’t the mother. His secretary is six months along, and time is flying by. The day that his baby is born is getting closer, and he has to come to terms with it soon.

His parents aren’t thrilled by this. They love his son, but they hate that this is the result of an act of betrayal. They dreamed of becoming grandparents but the situation was much different than this. They’ve made their feelings clear to Satoru, but Satoru couldn’t care less. He has his own feelings to account for. 

Satoru has his own weird feelings and behaviors to deal with. Like camping in his car, and waiting outside your apartment. He wants to see if you’re actually seeing someone else. With all his other issues, he’s been limited in time. He’s only been able to check up on you through social media, and you haven’t been posting which means he has no way of checking on you. He can’t contact your friends without getting cursed out, and he can’t just reach out to you to ask. Therefore he only has one way to check up on you; even if it’s creepy.

You leave the house at around 8:00 PM, and he’s on the move. You take a cab, and he follows you to a nice restaurant. Outside of it you meet a man. Satoru squints, trying to see every detail of this man. Perhaps it’s some relative that you’ve decided to meet outside a very expensive restaurant. Who is he fooling? You’re clearly on a date.

He still exits the car and enters the restaurant. It’s unlikely for him to get in without a reservation, but luckily Satoru is influential– Even when he isn’t well known, he has money to spare. 

He convinces the hostess to give him a table near your own, but your back is turned to him so you don’t see him at any time. He’s listening in, and he feels like a psycho for even being here but he has no other option. It’s a one off situation, a confirmation that you’ve actually moved on before he finally lets you go for good.

He doesn’t know why his heart hurts so much as he hears you laugh with someone else. He fuels with jealousy as he hears the dumb conversation that you two have. You don’t even sound entertained, but Satoru feels his eye twitch. He can’t just pop up at your table and ask you to speak, you’ll for sure ask him for a restraining order.

It’s best if he just leaves, it’s clear that you’re going out with someone else. He can’t do anything else. But just as he’s about to rise from his seat, someone catches his eye. He frowns, seeing the woman that carries his child, arms intertwined with someone else’s.

He watches attentively, trying to figure out if it’s a relative that he’s yet to hear about. He doesn’t really remember anything about his secretary… It was all sexual, and he didn’t care enough to listen to what she had to say about her life. Perhaps it’s a brother– The same stupid way that he thought you were here meeting a relative.

Satoru stands up and approaches their table, genuinely smiling as he sees them, “Good evening.”

“Satoru–” She looks astounded when she sees the man. She looks back and forth between the man that sits across from her, and Satoru. Her face grows red, knowing she’s been caught red handed. But she can play it off, she just has to control the situation before either speaks. “This is Satoru, my boss.”

“Nice to meet you, and who are you?” Satoru extends his hand for the man to take, and the man suddenly straightens his posture. She tries to speak, but Satoru directs his attention elsewhere. He doesn’t care what she has to say, he’s not going to believe her. Satoru doesn’t hear a name from the man, he blocks out everything except the vital word: fiancé.

“Well we– We… We were taking a break for some months and we’re back together now.” She attempts to play it off, and Satoru smirks. Right. As if he was dumb enough to buy it.

“We have a lot to talk about on Monday. Dinner’s on me tonight, enjoy it.” Satoru is sickly sweet with them, overjoyed by what he found out. He walks from the table and breathes a sigh of relief. It feels like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He just has to take one DNA test to prove that he isn’t the father, and he’s free of her. 

He’s upset to find that you’re not alone romantically, but he’s overjoyed by the news he’s just found out. He might not be becoming a father like he thought.

After finding out about Satoru’s betrayal, you thought you’d never move on. A man that you were ready to devote your life to, threw everything away for no apparent reason– You never asked why, but you don’t care either way. A year later you’re thriving without him, and with a man that makes you happy.

The perfect man that sends you flowers to work weekly even though you’ve been dating for almost a year. A man that’s open to communication, handsome, hilarious and to top it off you have great sex with. You’re still not sure if Akito is the man that you want to spend the rest of your life with, but you’re pretty comfortable by his side. After all, he fills in all the checkmarks.

You’re preparing dinner with him tonight, singing along to one of your favorite songs as you chop some vegetables and he pours you something to drink. As the song and your voice drowns out, you bite down your lip and you prepare yourself to speak. You've had something in your mind for a while, but you’ve been too nervous to say it.

“I think I’m going to leave the agency.” You tell him, as he slides you a glass of your beverage. He continues his task without saying anything, and you feel the need to explain yourself. “I hate leaving on business trips every now and then. I just want to focus on teaching.”

“I get it.” Akito sounds unphased, and it bothers you. You feel his arms as he hugs you from behind before kissing your cheek. You bite down your tongue, unsure as to why you’re annoyed by this. He should be thrilled since it means that you’ll be around more often. 

“Is that all?” You ask, and he hums in response. He lets go of you and grabs a pan to begin his part of the dinner.

“Won’t you miss traveling? You’re going to lose touch with some of your languages.” He finally says, and you purse your lips together. You’re not satisfied by the response. Satoru would’ve reacted differently– No, you can’t compare him to Satoru. Akito would never betray you like Satoru did.

“I can always travel in my free time. Plus, it’d be more enjoyable since I don’t have to worry about work.” You respond, and he hums again. You compare him to Satoru once more in your head, before changing the topic. You can’t compare him to Satoru; after all, they’re on very different levels.

“Hey!” An all too familiar voice calls out your name when you walk into the school. You begin to walk faster to the building, not wanting to speak to a ghost from your past. It’s been well over a year since the last time you saw him, and you intend to keep it that way. 

You know he’s following after you, and he’s quickly catching up because of his damn long legs. Just as you’re about to enter the building, he grabs your arm, stopping you from going inside and avoiding him. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you look back at him and look into his regretful blue eyes– And your heart skips a beat like the first time.

“May I help you?” You ask, averting your gaze as guilt quickly consumes you. It immediately feels as if you’re cheating on your boyfriend.

“I heard that you’re not working with us anymore and–” Satoru is stumbling over his words, getting nervous. He should probably ask how you are first, or any other small talk but he knows it won’t help in this situation. He can’t waste a single second. “Did I do something wrong? I mean, I know I did with our relationship… But you’re leaving your job as a translator for–”

“Mr. Gojo, my decision is frankly none of your business. The last time we talked was over a year ago, you have little to no influence in my decisions.” You answer, and he gives you a weak nod. “Did you come all the way here just to ask me that?”

“I would feel like shit if I knew I did something else to make you quit… But I guess you wouldn’t leave the agency just because of me.” He runs a hand through his hair, giving it away that he’s nervous. You feel your face get warm, feeling giddy knowing that you make him feel nervous. But you quickly try to shake away those thoughts. 

“I just want to focus on teaching. That chapter of my life is over…” You explain, although you don’t have the need to. “How did you even find out?”

“Heard from a friend of a friend.” He responds before an awkward silence ensues. He should probably speak, but what would he even say? Hey so you remember my secretary, right? The one I cheated on you with? Well she got pregnant and made me believe that it was my baby but it totally wasn’t. That won’t make for great conversation, and frankly it would earn him a punch in the face.

“Will you let go of my arm?” You ask him, and he looks down to see his hand holding your wrist. He nods and lets go of you, muttering an apology for it. You take a good look at his face before turning around to go inside.

“Can we go grab a coffee soon? I’ve been getting counseling and I want to have at least one last conversation with you before moving on.” He says which makes you stop in your tracks. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think about it… 

Maybe it’s what you need. One last conversation with Satoru will confirm your feelings for Akito. It’ll help you move on to the next chapter of your life with your amazing boyfriend. Not getting closure from Satoru is what’s holding you back .

“Are you free after four?” You ask him, and his eyes widen before quickly nodding.

Satoru frantically looks around the café, trying to find a sign of you anywhere. It’s five after four, and he’s sure that you’ve stood him up. He’s a nervous wreck as he waits for you. This is what he considers his last conversation with you, and he knows that once you get to the café, his time with you is limited.

He shouldn’t be too upset about it since you haven’t spoken in a while, but knowing that it’s the last time you’ll talk still stings. He dwells on his decisions, regretting everything he’s done that’s led to this. If only he could go back in time, he’d beat himself up for making such a stupid decision. He let go the love of his life, all for nothing.

He zones out, thinking about you. A warm smile comes to his face as he remembers every tiny detail of you and of your relationship. His times with you were some of the happiest of his life, and his stupid self just had to screw that up. 

A snap of a finger brings him back to reality, and he’s overjoyed when he finds you standing in front of him. You bite down your lip as you see your order resting on the table. At least he remembered that.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask as you sit across from him. You try to act indifferent. As if this doesn’t matter to you at all. You’re here to do him a favor, at least that’s what you’ll make it seem.

“How are you?” He won’t get to the point as easily as he did earlier. He slides your drink, hoping that you’ll take it without a second thought.  You glance at it, but you don’t take it into your hands immediately. 

“I’m great.” You respond, not asking anything back because you don’t want to seem like you care about him even though you do. You’ve been wondering for days on end how Satoru is holding up. Wondering if he’s moved on, if he’s with his secretary or whatnot. “So you’ve been getting counseling.”

“It’s been a rough year.” He chuckles, and you give him a subtle nod. You can relate, but your year has gotten progressively better. You’re happy with where you are. “You’re always on my mind but now more than ever.”

“I would say I’m flattered but… I’m not sure.” You confess with an awkward laugh. He agrees. 

“I haven’t gotten to properly apologize, and I need to do it to move on.” Satoru begins, and he takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I threw away our relationship for nothing. You were the best thing to happen to me, and I messed that up.”

“Yeah…” You feel yourself get emotional, tears welling up in your eyes as you hear the apology. You had no idea how much you wanted to hear it. You thought that never talking to Satoru again would fix your issues, but you feel so much weight lifted from you as you hear his apology. 

You take deep breaths to calm yourself down. You won’t begin to cry in front of him. 

“Why did you do it?” You blurt out, wanting an answer for the reason why he betrayed you. You’ve come to terms that it isn’t for your fault, but you still want to know what prompted him to make that decision.

He stays quiet, which makes you ask, “Did I do something?... Was I not enough in that sense?”

“No! No, you’ve always…” Satoru begins, biting down his lip as his cheeks turn pink. It’s almost embarrassing to say out loud. “The best that I’ve ever had.”

“So, what was it?” You ask, and Satoru sighs. He doesn't really know himself. It was just something that happened and he couldn’t stop once it began.

“I’m an idiot, that’s all.” He admits, and it’s not the satisfying answer that’ll ease all of your worries. But it’s enough. “If I could go back in time, I would beat myself up for even thinking about it.”

“I would too.” You joke, and he chuckles in response. He’d deserve it. “But I guess I’m happy you did it. I’m happy with where I’m at now.”

“Really?” He raises a brow, and you nod, further confirming your words. He looks into your eyes, knowing that you don’t mean it. It’s so easy for him to read you. Maybe it’s because you’re with him, and there’s no way that you’d feel happy sitting across your ex-fiancé who betrayed you, but you don’t look happy. That spark that appears in your eyes when you’re overjoyed with your life isn’t there. “I heard you’ve moved on.”

“Yeah. I’m with this guy named Akito. I met him through work.” You share, and Satoru can’t help but furrow his brows. 

“Did you meet through the agency or–”

“The school. His nephew is in my class and we met through a parent teacher conference, since the parents couldn’t show up.” You explain. You finally grab the beverage that Satoru gave you and you begin to drink it. Conversation begins to flow smoothly, and you change to a more lighthearted topic.

You laugh nonstop for almost an hour. Satoru has a lot of flaws, but he knows damn well how to make you laugh. You completely forget that you’ve had a tumultuous past with him. The man in front of you isn’t the man that betrayed you, but simply an old friend that knows you better than anyone.

Though your loving conversation comes to an abrupt stop when you check the time and you realize that you have to go back home soon. You cut him off as he speaks, telling him, “I should get going.”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” He responds as he checks his watch. He got a little carried away, but you didn’t seem to mind. You’re about to stand up, but you take a moment to stare at him.

You bite your tongue, wondering if you should tell him what’s on your mind. Satoru is fun to have around, even if he isn’t your boyfriend or anything like that.

“We should do this again sometime. You might not be the best partner but you make a great friend.” You comment as you stand up. You’re about to walk away, but his voice stops you.

“I can’t.” He says, which takes you back. You’re a bit confused by his response– Is he dating someone? Is that why he can’t become friends with you? No, he wouldn’t have insisted on apologizing if he was seeing someone else. Sure, it gives him ease of mind but Satoru wouldn’t.

Before you can question it, he confesses, “I’m in love with you. I can’t be friends with you while you’re with someone else.” 

“Oh–” Your stomach drops at the confession and your breath hitches. Out of all things he could’ve said, he said that. You open your mouth but quickly close it because you can’t say anything. You’re speechless. You point to the door and say, “I have to go.”

All the weight that was lifted off your shoulders after your conversation with Satoru, quickly comes back. You’re laying down next to your boyfriend who sleeps so peacefully beside you. He asked to spend the night and you couldn’t refuse. Yet tonight you keep glancing over, and wondering if you’re happy next to him.

You’re comfortable. Akito is a great man and you can see him being with you for the rest of your life. But do you love him? You knew you loved Satoru within a month of dating him, but you’ve been with Akito for a year, and you’re not sure about your feelings

You just want to curse Satoru out for putting you in this situation. You shouldn’t be questioning your feelings for your boyfriend. You’re happy, that’s enough.

You shut your eyes and lay on your side, trying to fall asleep. You aren’t going to question your feelings for your boyfriend because of Satoru. It’s all some dumb tactic to question your feelings. Satoru knew damn well that showing up at your work, and asking you to coffee will make your feelings come back–

Your eyes snap open as you realize that you’re still in love with Satoru.

“What’s wrong? You can’t sleep?” Akito speaks up, and from the sound of his voice you know that he’s been awake this whole time. You’ve been squirming, trying to find the right position that will get the unwelcome thoughts out of your head. You sit up on your bed, reaching over to turn on the light.

“I think we have to talk…” 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up as well. You told him that you met up with Satoru, something that he had no issue with until now. Now, he’s absolutely worried. With one swift look at him, he knows. He’s gotten to know you better than you know him.

“I should’ve known.” He chuckles, getting out of bed.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter, and he shakes his head.

“No need to apologize for it. You can’t control it.” He says as he begins to get changed in front of you. “It hurts like a bitch but at least we only wasted a year.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, burying your face into your hands. “I didn’t think this would happen. He’s hurt me so much and I–”

“It’s not something you can control, so I’m not mad.” He reassures you, but no amount of reassuring is going to make you feel better for what you’re doing to him. 

After breaking up with Akito, you take a week to decide on what you actually want to do. You love Satoru, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be together. You come to the conclusion that you want to try one last time; you’ve already wasted four years on him, would it hurt to waste some more time?

You contact him first, and you agree to take things slow. So painfully slow for Satoru, but he’ll take all that you’ll give him. He understands why you don’t want to rush things, so he isn’t annoyed by the fact that your relationship progresses slowly– But he’ll admit he’s tired of using his hand all the time.

A year after reconciling, you leave Satoru high and dry. The most you do is make out, and just when you’re moving to the next base, things come to a stop. You go back home, not even accepting the offer to cuddle. 

But tonight is the night, Satoru feels it in the air.

He’s cleaning up after cooking you a decent meal while you do something. He’s not sure what you’re doing, but he’s happy as long as you’re near. He couldn’t care less if you’re snooping around or stuffing something into your pockets to take back to your own place. 

“Satoru!” You yell, making the man nearly drop a plate. He bites down his lip, knowing that you’re in the bedroom. This is it, he’s sure. But he still has to clean up… Screw it. He can clean up in the morning.

“I’m coming!” He yells, putting the plate down in the sink and nearly running to the bedroom to go after you.

He finds you sitting on the bed, a smile on your face. This is it. 

You stand up, taking a couple of steps toward him before your hands meet behind his neck. You kiss his lips as Satoru’s hands go straight to your ass– That’s the most you’ve let him do. Poor guy has suffered enough, at the very least he can squeeze your butt to deal with this torment.

“What do you think if we–” You begin, and he frantically nods which makes you giggle.

You pull away from him, not allowing him to help as you take off your clothes. His hands go to your hips, but they’re quickly slapped away. You don’t need any help, but he doesn’t mind. Even when you take things so slow tonight. He’s not mad that you’re doing things slow tonight, he’s been waiting for so long to feel you, so he’ll appreciate every second of it. 

Satoru knows that he loves you, but staring at your beauty like this just confirms it more than ever. What a fool he was to even reject you once. And he almost hits himself as you get naked in front of him. How dare he?

Satoru helps you onto the bed before pecking your lips. Satoru begins to hungrily kiss down your neck, going down to your breasts. His tongue rolls around your nipple sucking. His soft hand caresses your thigh, the mere act making you squeeze your legs together. He hums against your nipple, something that earns a moan from you. A simple moan that nearly makes the man come in his pants… He’s needed you for so long.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He says when he unlatches from your nipple. He kisses your breasts before going down and kissing your stomach, praising just how beautiful and perfect you are. He’s never been as lucky as tonight– Or well, the night that you decided to give him another chance.

He kisses down until he reaches your cunt, a smirk on his lips but he won’t spread your legs apart just yet. He begins to kiss your thick thighs, the sudden urge to bite down consuming him. It’s just a tiny bite that makes a small cry come from your lips. But you don’t stop him because it feels so good. He licks his lips, looking at his late night meal. 

His head goes down, tongue licks up your folds, almost going insane at the taste of you on his tongue. Satoru spits on your cunt before his lips go to your clit, a moan leaving your lips as you feel his warm mouth on you. 

“Oh, daddy. It’s so good.” Your moans sound like music to his ears. He’s sure he’s enjoying this more than you, even when you begin to moan daddy in total pleasure, he’s sure that he’s missed this more.

Satoru’s mouth kisses your clit before detaching, his tongue going down from your clit to the entrance of your pussy. He teases it, while his thumb plays with your clit. He’s already driving you insane, doing everything that he knows drives you insane. He wants your body to feel like it’s on ecstasy. He needs you to think of him and only him when you need some relief.

His tongue goes back up to your clit, circling around it while his fingers gather your slick.  He pushes two fingers in, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. They’re just so thick and long, it’s hard for you to contain yourself. You can’t help but moan, “It’s so good, daddy!”

It encourages him even more. He curves his fingers so they brush against your sweet spot, making you get even louder than before. Your voice is like music to his ears, and he wants to keep hearing it so he’ll do anything and everything to get a reaction from you. He remembers your body better than he expected, though he doubts that it’s something that he’ll ever forget.

He makes it clear how much he loves eating your pussy, moaning against your cunt with every lap of his tongue. Your thighs squeeze around him as you get lost in your own feelings of satisfaction. He’s going crazy. He can die happily right here.

You’re getting louder as pressure builds up on your lower abdomen, your climax approaching. Satoru feels you squeeze around him, fulfilling him. He’s completing his duty. A duty he should’ve been doing over the years.

He’s glad he’s back in between your legs, tasting you on his tongue. There’s no sweeter melody than you moaning in complete pleasure because of him. Your back arches, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reach your peak, but that doesn’t stop Satoru. He takes his fingers out but his tongue keeps lapping at your cunt, running through your folds but mainly focusing on your clit. 

Satoru isn’t stopping until he’s satisfied, which makes you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him away. He whines but it doesn’t take him too long to kiss up your body until he reaches your lips. He pecks your lips over and over again until you put your hand over his mouth to stop him. 

“I need you so bad, Satoru.” You tell him, and Satoru doesn’t waste a second. He gets undressed in less than thirty seconds, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders. He spits on your cunt before running the tip of his cock through your folds before teasing your entrance. You’re not one for begging, but you’re nearly begging the man to put it in. You’re desperate. “I need to feel you, daddy. Please, please, please! I need it.”

Satoru is dying inside because he doesn’t feel you around him. He needs you more than you need him. Right now. Always. Satoru pushes himself in, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he feels you around him. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He moans as he gives you a moment to adjust to his size. He begins with slow thrusts, one hand on your plush thigh while the other is on your hip. “I missed you so much.”

His eyes are glued to your face of pleasure, and the look on your face drives him weak. You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s crazy for him that you’re actually with him. Satoru moans your name before biting down his lip. He doesn’t want to be too loud, he’ll just look pathetic.

“Right there–” You moan as he begins to pick up speed. His cock hits every right spot, and it won’t take too long for you to reach your peak again after your first orgasm. It feels like he’s doing everything to drive you over the edge, and you can’t complain.

You’re squeezing around his cock, and he feels like this is an out of body experience with how good he feels. His nails are digging into your soft skin as he tries to contain himself. The hand that’s on your hip goes to your clit, he wants to ensure you orgasm again before he finishes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says. You hate the fact that no one will ever please you the way Satoru does. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why you’re getting back together. He goes just at the right speed, filling you with so much pleasure. Satoru does everything in his power to fulfill you.

You’re coating his cock with your juices, moaning loudly as your second orgasm of the night slowly gets the best of you. Perhaps it’s your high talking, but you’re so glad you took him back, and that you’re having sex with him tonight. You have no idea for how much longer you could’ve gone without him. 

“Oh daddy– I’m gonna–” You begin to announce but before you can finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you. You drive him absolutely insane, how could he have ever screwed things up so badly?

“Can I–” He begins as his thrusts get sloppy, surprised that he’s lasted this long. You couldn’t give him a more resounding yes.

He swore he was done for when you got naked in front of him. He’s moaning, feeling too good as you’re wrapped around him. He can never go so long without you again– In every manner, truly.

Satoru comes to a stop deep inside of you, grunting before filling you up with his cum. He remains buried deep inside of you until he makes sure every drop of his cum is inside of you. When he pulls out, he lays down beside you.

He brings you into his warmth as he kisses your forehead over and over again. Words can’t even describe how he feels as he lays down beside you. He’s needed this for longer than he thought.

He kisses the tip of your nose before saying, “I’ve missed this so much. You’re so perfect.”

Giving Satoru another chance was one of the best decisions that you could’ve made. Though things took a while to come together, and you don’t blindly trust him like you once did, your relationship is nearly perfect. Sure, Satoru has his flaws but you’re over the moon while you’re at his side.

Things took a while to start up, but then things escalated fast. By a year and five months you were engaged. By two years you were married, which made everyone happy; especially his parents who have always seen you as a daughter. And now after three years, you’re pregnant with your first child.

You’re six months along, expecting a healthy baby. You and Satoru came to an agreement to keep the sex of the baby a surprise, which does cause you to bicker since you think you’re expecting a boy and he badly wants a baby girl. He swears he’s happy regardless.

You’re happy your relationship isn’t stale, like it once was. Truly, every day by Satoru’s side is magical. Though right now…

“Are you almost ready? The venue is an hour away.” You remind Satoru as he decides which tie he wants to wear. Akito’s getting married, and although you don’t have much contact with the man, he’s invited you and Satoru to come; of course, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.

“You can’t rush beauty, my love.” Satoru jokes, making you roll your eyes. He decides to go with a navy blue tie, and he rushes to your side for you to tie it.

“If we’re late, I’m going to be so mad.” You remind him, as you tie his tie for him. You feel his hands resting on your bump, caressing the soft fabric of your dress as a subtle smile comes to his lips.

“It sounds like a dream. You’re so hot when you’re mad.” Satoru says before kissing your forehead. You roll your eyes, knowing that you can’t be too mad at him when he’s just trying to lighten the situation.

“Can you stop moving?” You ask him, and he hums in response. You kiss his cheek when you’re finished, turning around to walk away before being promptly stopped by Satoru. He wraps his arms around your bump, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Can’t we just stay? Watch a movie or–” He begins, and you glare back at him. “Got it, we have to go.”

“That man helped me through some of my toughest times, the least we can do is go to his wedding and give him a very expensive gift.” You lecture him, and Satoru pouts like a child that’s getting scolded. “Now hurry up.”

“See, you’re hot when you’re mad.” Satoru responds, and you glare at him as if you could kill him. He won’t lie and say it’s not a bit scary, but he’s feeling an emotion that perhaps he shouldn’t be feeling.

You begin to walk away, leaving him to finish getting ready. Even though you’re a pregnant woman, Satoru somehow manages to take longer than you to get ready.

“I love you!” He yells, hoping to calm down the anger that brews inside of you. He should know better than to mess around with your hormonal self, but Satoru can’t help his personality at times.

A sigh escapes your lips, knowing that you can’t leave him hanging as much as he’d love to.

“Love you too, Satoru!”

[st4rbe0m]

5 stories. 5 seasons. 5 heartbreaks and not enough amends.

SUMMARY ▸ A TXT series based on songs from the album 'Nicole' by NIKI. Each member has their own fic and song attached, fics are interconnected, so a different name is given to characters in other stories. However, the fics can be read as standalones only, there's no needs to follow the order. Hope you enjoy!!

RELEASE SCHEDULE ▸ tba.

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PAIRING ▸ jock!older! Yeonjun x reader

SUMMARY ▸ The world is about to end. It's crashing and swooping down around you, because tomorrow is the first day of highschool. Not even the most extreme hyperboles can explain the battlefield that is navigating the next 4 years. Luckily, or unluckily, you have the summer to prepare - and maybe a cute older boy as well to put in his 2 cents of tips and tricks. But does the summer ever last forever?

RELEASE DATE ▸ 07/31/24

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PAIRING ▸ Soobin x reader

SUMMARY ▸ Firsts are daunting. Firsts are scary and important, after all they're gonna stay in your memory forever. First crush, first kiss, first relationship. It was comforting to know Soobin was your first of everything. A boy with warmth that always engulfed you more than home ever did. This was a new first too - the first autumn without him. Could this ever be like the firsts from before?

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PAIRING ▸ bf! Beomgyu x reader

SUMMARY ▸ College student Beomgyu is a comet. A wonderful, celestial being, unique and rare, leaving a trail of twinkling lights in the sky in its wake. Like all floating objects in space, he was drawn to gravity as well. The gravity of the sun pulled him in. You, his sun, brightening up his wonderful starry vacuum. But the sun attracts everything, leaving a torching flame, and fragmented meteorites behind for its evidence.

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PAIRING ▸ best friend!Taehyun x reader

SUMMARY ▸ Y/N loves love.Love is everywhere of course - a good rainy day, spending time with family, laughing with friends. All of these days were filled with love. Y/N loves Taeyhun. Taehyun is indifferent to love. But he'd do anything for Y/N. That's worth something, right? So why can't he take a chance on it?

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PAIRING ▸ ex!Huening Kai x reader

SUMMARY ▸ It's true that once you date the perfect guy, the most gentleman-ly of the lot, no next would ever compare. Clicking through tabs, swiping on Tinder could never bring back the spark that belonged the world disconnected outside the internet. Alas, it's not like you had a choice now. All you could do now was to move that hovering cursor over his Facebook profile.

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[madame-fear]

hi!! hope you're having a good day/night/etc :)) i just realized that you write for gotham *and* nolanverse jonathan crane,, you're doing god's work. anyways i digress!! if i may, i'd like to request nolanverse jonathan crane having feelings for fem reader, who doesn't know he's scarecrow. he stages an attack as scarecrow (mask on and everythin), only to realize reader is in the crowd he just attacked, and saves her. idk if he reveals his identity or not, that's up to u!! thanks :) u rock!!

A/N: Ahhhhh thank youuu!!!😭😭 Reading sweet messages like these and knowing you enjoy my work makes me so incredibly happy!! You all give me motivation to keep writing and publishing my works :') ♥️ Sorry this took literal AGES to publish! ;_;

I loved this plot! 💗 So here it goes!! 😍 Enjoy your reading, dearest anon 🥰 (p.s: as always, i don't really proofread my work 🥲 so if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes, apologies! Aaand also...sorry if i did it a bit more disturbing than you perhaps expected! But hope you enjoy it anywaysss!!)

Warnings?: Cursing & swearing,reader nearly gets killed by a lunatic, violence, murder, blood, and even more killing.

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Fear.

Fear was all that could only be heard tonight. The "normal" – or whatever normal was – day had been disrupted by one of your typical lunatics that always attacked Gotham; it was usual, though. Gotham, by one or another, was always corrupt, and it was never free from chaos and mayhem. Tonight, it wasn't any more different. The Scarecrow attacked once again. You knew, he was obsessed with the idea of fear and terror – and what he did to place his little seed of havoc in the dark city, was to constantly leak something that was known by the name of the "fear toxin".

He had been much more aggressive tonight than he usually was. Unlike the other times he attacked the city, tonight, he had presented himself to the whole world. Dark suit, with a brown, worn-out burlap bag. Through the burlap bag, you could even see a small fragment of his eyes, and they were an icy coloured blue. Oddly enough, you felt as if you somehow recognised those eyes. There was no easy way to explain it, but deep inside you, you felt familiar with the colour, and the way his eyes scanned the whole group of people. Unluckily, you were among the crowd he presented himself to, staring at the whole scene. He started by babbling about his 'marvellous' brand new toxin, with stronger effects than the last one, and that you were all his rat labs. Being exhausted after leaving your work shift, all you could do was tiredly sigh and think to yourself, 'Not this shit again.'

“Enough of me. Let's get started with our fear show, shall we?” 

Bringing back yourself to earth with the sound of his chilling voice, you had distracted yourself by trying to comprehend why you felt familiar to those pair of blue eyes – and even his voice, as well. In a sudden twist, his henchmen released the newly modified fear toxin to the public, the whole streets rapidly getting filled with intoxicating, greenish smoke. Quickly turning around to see back where Scarecrow was, he wasn't there anymore. He was long gone from the mayhem of screaming people. Noticing how quickly it was spreading, and how more and more people began screaming, running away, or even worse, killing others, you placed your jacket around your mouth and nose and began running as far away as you could to prevent the fear toxin getting to you. Unkowingly, the Scarecrow had been as sneaky as a cat, and had gotten inside an abandoned building, floors full of shattered glass with some spider webs casually hanging from the corners of the room. He was standing there, in front of a half-shattered big window that had a nice view to the city, watching the whole scene, and maliciously smiling to himself with satisfaction from how well his experiment had turned out to be.

His eyes guided themselves to your presence, running away from all the chaos. You were one of the nurses who worked in Arkham – it was weird for him the way he felt towards you. He had an exclusive soft spot for you, being the sweetest, and most understanding nurses he ever met. You were practically the only one whom he ever gave lots of attention to, you were the only one who was able to break his cold and calculating façade. He always felt a strong urge of protection when it came to you, as if you were fragile like glass. His eyes widened in realisation that you were among the crowd he had just attacked, and he couldn't just leave you to wander around there and see what would happen to you; he had to protect you from all of this! He hoped, it wasn't too late. Leaving his henchmen to take care of the remaining chaos, he ran away from the building, trying to catch up and follow your steps.

Meanwhile, you ran far away as the smoke behind you continously grew, nothing being able to stop it from going any further and taking the whole Gotham. It didn't matter where you ran to, you just wished to leave somewhere far away hoping to escape the poisonous fear gas. All the sudden adrenaline rush had made you feel tired, making your stop in a lightless, dark alley. Far away, all screams and commotion of people being afraid could be heard from the distance. You preferred not to stay there, but you had to catch your breath whether you liked it or not. Placing a hand on one of the harsh walls of a building, you slightly arched your body, and took deep breaths. Before you could leave, you could hear some footsteps right behind of you, causing you to turn around.

“You fucking bitch! I will finally get to you!”

Your senses being disturbed with the sudden yelling and swearing, everything felt dizzy around you, your vision slightly getting blurried from the dizziness. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came from it except words constantly stumbling upon each other. “You've been terrorising me for years, but not now, bitch. I hope you burn in Hell like the horrid creature you are.” Obviously to you, you noticed it must've been someone who inhaled the fear gas and was hallucinating with someone or something that's been haunting him for a while.

The fear-gassed person took out of his pocket a knife, as he slowly walked towards you. “Please, I don't have anything to do with anything! I don't even know who the hell you are!” You cried for merciness as you slowly walked backwards, finally stumbling upon some trash bins and throwing them to the floor – provoking a loud, metallic sound that echoed through the dark alley. Fear began getting the best of you, your body was unstoppably trembling, and tears began running down your cheek as you noticed how you were trapped between the random lunatic trying to kill you, and the dirty and now spilled trash bins. As the hallucinating man began lifting his pocket knife to violently stab you, your first self-defense instinct was to put yourself in a fetal position, and your arms, as shaky as they were, covering your face. Time passed, and felt like an eternity. The only thing you could do now, was harshly sob and cry with fear as desperation grew inside of you, getting ready to face yourself with a violent death.

With your eyes tightly shut, you could sense some movements, other than the lunatic that wanted to kill you. As well, you could hear some light footsteps.

“And who the hell are you–” The man spoke. His sentence was interrupted by his own loud screaming – which it was even more morbidly disturbing than the previous situation. What accompanied his screams of fear, was a gassing sound, which provoked you now practically hug yourself with your arms in protection. Then, you could hear as if this other unknown person had taken a knife, and slit the lunatic's throat, causing the screaming to stop, and the following sound was a choking-like type of sound and the one of dripping blood. This person who was previously trying to kill you fell to the floor right in front of you, and the blood who dripped from his throat and body began staining the floor, even, staining your legs and a part of your clothing. The morbid situation caused you to even cry more with fear and confusion, it made you feel numb, in a way.

“I'm not going to hurt you, (Y/N).” The man who saved you spoke. Your tearing slightly stopped as this familiar voice had just mentioned your name. You slowly began removing your arms in front of your face, your soaked eyes lowly opening. As you opened your eyes, you were presented with a tall figure who wore a dark suit, and a Scarecrow mask. Your saviour was The Scarecrow himself, the one who provoked Gotham to be immersed in fear! But, how did he know about you, and your name? And why did he save you? So many questions soon began filling your mind. Noticing you couldn't speak – and you were practically a crying mess – he very slowly began removing the Scarecrow mask, only to reveal Dr Jonathan Crane, one of your colleagues at Arkham Asylum. The pieces finally clicked together, you understood why the way he spoke, his eyes, the way he stared at his victims...you did know who he was, after all. You were the closest of friends in the group of Arkham workers, he seemed like a cold person all the time, but when you got to meet him, and he liked you, he was rather nice and a very interesting man. Which, of course, it lead to you having an unwanted and guilty crush on him. Unbeknownst to you, he had a crush on you as well.

Staring with disbelief deep into his icy blue eyes – who were fit with his now messy dark hair – you spoke, “So, you are The Scarecrow.” Your voice was low, and the tears previously running through your face had dried up. He nodded, ironically, afraid that you might reject him or even worse, let the GCPD know about this and get him kicked right into Arkham. Oddly enough, you didn't cry, or scream, or ran away from him, but rather – threw yourself to him and embraced him into a tight, and warm hug. “Thank you, then, Scarecrow. I was so afraid of meeting Death tonight.” You quietly and lovingly whispered. He was THE Scarecrow, but did it matter to you? Not anymore. He became your saviour, fear gassing right into your almost-killer eyes and violently murdering him just to keep you safe and protected. Jonathan's eyes widened in surprise, but he returned back the embrace, earning a light blush from him. “You're cold.” He answered back, gently pulling apart from the hug and staring right into your face with admiration as he tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear, which were covering your crying face.

“Please, if I may, allow me to take you home. You've had enough stress for today.” He wiped with his thumb a last tear falling down your face, as you weakly nodded. All the stress and adrenaline were taking it's toll on your mind and body, and all you needed was to forget about the moment and go to sleep. He took of the jacket of his suit, and carefully placed it around your shoulders, covering your trembling and cold body. He lifted himself from the floor, and offered you his hand so you could also get up. You took it, and he immediatly dragged you to his side as he rubbed your arm up and down, in hopes of bringing your body some more warmth.

“I didn't want you to get through this, I'm sorry, my dear. If I had known you were in the crowd, I wouldn't have done it.” Jonathan quietly admitted, as he took the both of you out of the dark alley, and walked you towards your home – already knowing the address since he had been there a few times.

“You shouldn't apologise, it's alright.” You said, not looking at him in the eyes out of nervousness of being this close with him. After a few moments of awkward silence, you spoke once again. “You know, even if I was a bit afraid when you showed up amongst the crowd before spilling the fear toxin all over Gotham, I quite enjoyed your speech.” You awkwardly said, as the shyness naturally bought some warmth over your cold body. “It made me realise, I might be into bad boys, even if the bad boy I like is The Scarecrow himself.”

And with that being said, you earned a smile from Jonathan, and he lovingly placed a kiss on top of your head as he kept walking you towards your home. You were usually very awkwardly shy around him, but, you had to admit it – he looked pretty hot as a fearsome villain, provoking terror in every single Gothamite. It was definitely something you could get used to, now that you were proving Jonathan what you really thought about him.

[smells-like-mettaton]

Forgot to post this chapter here, but Winter and I updated the fake dating papyton + skelechara fic (slightly late) for @papytonweek day 6: Flames! Winter did most of the dialogue in the latter half of the chapter and it's hilarious trust me please

Chapter summary: It sinks in that Papyrus is now a Mom. He goes to ask Toriel for advice, and accidentally spills the news to a few others as well.

XXX

“Well,” Papyrus said to himself while adjusting the rear view mirror. “Today has certainly been an adventure!”

The mirror didn’t respond. He didn’t expect it to, of course. The fragmented visions of Dad couldn’t be summoned on demand.

It didn’t stop Papyrus from addressing him as if he could hear, though.

“A Mom. I’m going to be a mom. You’re—you’re a grandpa.” He forced a grin, watching tears well up in his eyesockets. It was a natural reaction, nothing to be embarrassed about. He was sure that Dad would have cried at the news, too.

…He was pretty sure, anyway. Sometimes, it was difficult to remember what his father was like at all. But Papyrus was certain that Dad had loved him. Just as he was certain he would come to love this new babybones.

“I wish I knew how you did it,” he admitted, gloved hands clutching the steering wheel. “You must have been a great father, for Sans and I to turn out so great! And you did it all on your own. At least I’ll have Mettaton with me.”

Mettaton wasn’t here at the moment, having taken the child with him to band practice. Papyrus’s cheekbones still pinkened at the memory of Mettaton’s proposal, and he had to turn away from the mirror.

Of course, Mettaton’s actions had all been for the skeletiny. It was desperation that had fueled him, not love. Not love for Papyrus, anyway—clearly his love for the child was strong enough to prompt this delicate series of japes. It was adorable. Mettaton was going to be a devoted dad, Papyrus was sure of it. Even if he was a robot, and had never had a parental example before…

“We will just have to train extra hard to make up for that! Nyeh heh!”

They could do it. And they would! In fact, Papyrus knew exactly where to start his mom training!

“Talk to you again soon, Dad. Next time I’ll be sure to tell you all about Mettaton and the skeletiny!”

He reset his rearview mirror, shifted his car into gear, and pulled out of Alphys’s driveway.

XXX

Toriel lived in a small log cabin near the monster school. She had built it with her own hands (plus a little help from Sans and Papyrus, and Alphys for the electrical wiring). Thanks to the expert craftsmanship, the house felt as much like home as Papyrus’s own. It helped that the houses were directly next to each other, and that at any given time, both cabins were equally likely to contain Sans.

Papyrus knocked on Toriel’s door. For once, he sincerely hoped that Sans was at their own home, or even at Grillby’s.

“Come in!” Toriel called from inside.

She’d told him multiple times that he didn’t need to knock, but he would never drop the polite habit. There was no telling if one day he would walk in on Toriel and Sans doing something disgusting. Like sloppily throwing those pre-packaged pizza lunches at each others’ faces.

Luckily, the home was pizza sauce-free. Unluckily, Sans was sitting between Frisk and Toriel on the living room rug. His usual hoodie was draped over the back of the couch, leaving him in a white tank top.

“Hey, bro,” Sans said. “Maybe you can convince these funnybones that their bright idea ain’t gonna work.”

Papyrus joined them on the floor, momentarily distracted by whatever japes were currently occurring. Frisk had something pressed to Sans’s humerus. Toriel was holding a damp rag.

Papyrus’s head tilted. “Are they attempting to give you a bath?”

Sans made a choking noise. Frisk’s hands covered their silent laughter, dropping whatever they’d been holding. It wasn’t a bar of soap or a sponge like Papyrus had first assumed. It looked like… a picture? A sticker, maybe?

“Frisk wants to give Sans a temporary tattoo,” Toriel said through a chuckle. “It seems as though that might require skin, but they are determined.”

“Why don’t you try it on me?” Papyrus signed while speaking, even though Frisk was wearing their hearing aid, and they were uncannily skilled at reading skeleton “lips.” “Perhaps Sans’s periosteum is just as slippery as he is!”

“Heh. I’m sure that’s it.” Sans was already on the couch, despite having been on the rug a blink before. Proving Papyrus’s point, as always.

“Fine,” Frisk rolled their eyes while signing. “You don’t get the knife one though. That one was just for Sans. Or for Mom.”

Papyrus nodded. He thought that swords or chainsaws were cooler than knives anyway, but he wouldn’t fight Frisk on that issue.

Frisk dug through their pile of temporary tattoos. In the meantime, Papyrus tried to prepare his question for Toriel. Sans was dozing on the couch, so now was as good of a time as ever.

Papyrus cleared his throat, but then Frisk beamed and shoved a temporary tattoo towards him. His skull blanched when he saw that the image was.

“M-mettaton?” he stammered.

It was a tiny picture of Mettaton’s face. His tongue was sticking out, and for some reason, his bangs were parted on the wrong side.

“Where did you get this?” he asked, composing his voice. He’d kept his cool when Mettaton had proposed. He wouldn’t let his tiny friend rattle his bones now.

“Mettaton gave the children goody bags on their field trip to his news station,” Toriel answered in both voice and sign. “They had a wonderful time. I had to tell him he couldn’t send them home with flamethrowers, however.”

“Why not? Children love flames!”

“They do.” Toriel laughed. “Parents are slightly less fond of them, I believe.”

“No one is too old or parental to love flames!” he insisted. “I still have as much enthusiasm for pyrotechnics as I did before meeting my child!”

The wet PFFFTTT of a spit-take sounded behind him. A few disgusting drops landed on his skull, even though Sans was practically on the other side of the room.

“Hey, c’mon,” Sans said. “You gotta save those jokes for when I don’t have a mouthful of root beer.”

“You did that on purpose.” Papyrus dried his skull with the hem of his red crop top. At times like this, he missed his Battle Body, with its highly root beer-absorbent cape.

“Maybe.” Sans winked. His grin was strained, though, in a way that only his brother could notice. “You, uh, sounded like you said that by accident, though.”

Papyrus’s cheekbones warmed. He hadn’t planned to bring up the skeletiny like this. Preferably, Sans would have been asleep while he asked Toriel for advice privately… but that wouldn’t be a permanent solution. Just like Undyne, Sans would have to know the truth eventually. Or at least, what was passing as the truth for the foreseeable future.

Before he could decide how to answer, Frisk tugged on his arm.

“I have a cousin???” they signed, a hopeful grin on their face. Toriel’s expression beside them was… indescribable.

“Um.” Papyrus cleared his throat. “Yes? I mean, if you consider me to be your uncle, despite the fact that my brother and your mom have yet to officially announce—”

“Bro.” Sans appeared directly in front of him, kneeling in the pile of temporary tattoos. His hands gripped Papyrus’s upper arms.

“I don’t think that Frisk can apply that tattoo with your hands in the way, Sans,” he said.

His brother’s eyesocket twitched.

“Huh. Is this how you feel every time I dodge your questions with puns and stuff?”

Papyrus couldn’t help cracking a grin.

“I was answering Frisk’s question. You are the only one dodging! Everyone knows that you are Toriel are—”

“Dude just tell me if you're joking about the kid.”

Papyrus blinked. He’d never heard Sans speak so loudly before. His breath smelled like root beer.

If anyone would see through Papyrus’s lies, it would be his brother. Papyrus would have to word this carefully.

“It would be rather rude to play with Frisk’s feelings like that.”

Frisk fist-pumped, and then their hands flew through signs almost faster than Papyrus could read. “You have to tell me all about them! What do they look like? Are they a skeleton like you? What’s their name? Where do skeleton babies come from?”

Toriel reached around Sans to put a hand on their shoulder. “Frisk, that’s—”

“It’s alright, Toriel!” Papyrus said. He was actually rather relieved that Frisk asked. It was much easier to talk to them about this than to address Sans directly. “They have every right to be excited! This is exciting, and not at all terrifying!”

Toriel’s mouth opened, then closed again.

“I’m not terrified, or anything,” Sans said quickly, his eyelights brightening a bit. “You’re gonna be a great parent. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Sans!!! That is like, the most overbaked pun ever!! I thought you would put in a little more effort to celebrate my newfound Momhood!!!”

“Hey, cut me some slack here.” Sans rubbed the back of his neck. “I never thought you would adopt a kid without telling me.”

He looked so small and dejected, like a kicked puppy. Or maybe a curled-up snail.

“Oh, I see why you're upset now.” Papyrus started to sweat. “I would never do that!”

“Huh? But then—”

“If I made the choice to adopt a child, and went through the legal system to do so, I would obviously let you know as soon as the decision was made! You would deserve to know that I would be taking a child into our house and raising them on my own!”

“Oh okay whew.” Sans grinned in relief. Frisk flicked him on the humerus, reminding him to sign too. “So, uh. Did you just now decide to adopt a child? Because, uh, that’s great! Just kinda unexpected ‘cause I didn't know you wanted a kid yet, but… uh, good for you, I guess?”

Oh. Hmm. Was this worse? This was worse, probably. Papyrus grimaced, steeling himself to explain.

“Have you heard of—do you—” He frowned, hmming again. “Okay. I’m not sure if you know this, but sometimes… babies come from places… that are…. Not adoption…”

He wasn’t technically lying! The skeletiny wasn’t adopted, legally. Though lying would be the least of his worries if he had to give his brother a dissertation on skeleton reproduction.

“Papyrus.” Toriel’s eyes were wide. “Did you kidnap a child?”

“Well, uh, we technically kidnapped Frisk,” Sans reminded her. Frisk flashed them both a thumbs-up.

“Right, yes.” Toriel grimaced.

“It turned out fine,” Frisk signed, shrugging. “No big deal.”

“Regardless… we can help with this child’s situation, but you should bring them here immediately.”

“Yeah, if their parents suck—I mean, you wouldn’t have stolen them if their parents didn’t suck, right?”

“Or if they ran away,” Toriel added. “We need to make sure that they are safe.”

“Er, actually—” Papyrus tried to interrupt, but Sans and Toriel kept going.

“Toriel still has all the paperwork from adopting Frisk—I can just pop over to the office—”

“And I can prepare a room and guard the house.” Toriel’s palms sparked with flames. “No ill-intentioned biological parents will pass me.”

“You don’t need to fight the biological parents!!” Papyrus finally shouted. “The biological parents are trying their best!!!”

Still not technically a lie! Maybe! Hopefully!!

Toriel squeezed his shoulder. “I am sure that the child does not want you to worry, but if they have run away from home, there must be something wrong. Parents can make terrible mistakes—”

He pushed her hand away, trying his best not to scream.

“You two aren’t listening! It’s me!” He threw his arms in the air. “I am the biological parent!!!”

His shout echoed between the living room walls. Frisk adjusted their hearing aid.

“You’re.” Sans blinked. “What.”

Papyrus was still dripping sweat onto Toriel’s rug. Was that why she was staring at him with such a dumbfounded expression?

“I—er, I did not mean… I have no intention of fighting you, Papyrus.” She extinguished the flames in her hands. “I am sure that you are trying your best…”

“Skeletons can’t have kids,” Sans suddenly said, in such a confident deadpan that Papyrus was momentarily caught off guard.

“Sans. Brother.” Papyrus tried not to sigh. He knew that Sans didn’t remember Dad quite as well as he did, but that was no excuse not to have checked out a library book, or something. “Where do you think we came from?”

“No. Nope.” Sans shut his eyes. “Not having this conversation. Not doing it.”

Toriel giggled a little behind her paw, despite looking just as awkward.

“I didn’t ask to have this conversation!” Papyrus huffed. “Just know that skeletons can have children, and they will!”

Frisk tapped Papyrus’s patella. “I want to have this conversation.”

“No you don’t,” Sans and Toriel responded in sync.

“Maybe later,” Papyrus tried to sign discreetly, but Frisk wasn’t deterred.

“Don’t you need a mom and a dad to have a kid?” they asked. “You’re the mom. So who’s the dad? Do I have another uncle??”

“Well you see, actually—” Papyrus started, despite Sans’s obvious discomfort. It was just biology. If Sans wasn’t going to read a book, then unfortunately, Papyrus was probably the only one equipped to pass on this information. “There are multiple ways that skeletons can reproduce. By burying a rib in the earth, a single parent can grow a new biological child. There is also the process of reanimating, er… human skeletons. But only ones that aren’t being used!”

Frisk nodded, not seeming offended by the new knowledge. Whew.

“Well that’s a relief,” Sans said under his breath. “Thought I was gonna have to deal with a brother-in-law on top of a baby nibling.”

Papyrus grinned tightly.

“Of course there is also the two-monster process of creating a child. Which is. Erm. So Mettaton and I—”

Sans’s skull hit the hardwood with a loud thunk.

“Oh my g—stop being so dramatic!!!” Papyrus said. “This is hard enough without you pretending to faint like some—like some goat from those meme videos you’re always watching!!”

Frisk fell over too, but in their case, it seemed to be from cackling silently. They held their stomach as if the laughter threatened to make them throw up.

Papyrus didn’t know what kind of reaction he’d expected. He’d hoped there would be less pretend fainting involved, but honestly, he was just lucky that Sans hadn’t pulled out a book of baby puns.

…Actually, no. He’d never admit it, but a few puns would be rather nice about now.

“Of course I would have told you as soon as I knew we were expecting but, they were kind of a surprise?” he rambled as the panic set in. “And Mettaton didn't want to make a big announcement because he's always in the spotlight, and he didn't want his kid to be a giant media scandal because we’re not even engaged yet! And I would have told you but I’ve just been so busy taking care of the skeletiny while Mettaton is working and you know they have to be my biggest priority as a mom and—”

“Papyrus,” Sans interrupted, still lying on the floor. “You’re doing great at, uh, mom-ing or whatever. This is, uh, this is a me thing, okay? I just. I’m gonna need the next few… hours? Years? Uh, just gimme some time.”

“Of course,” Papyrus said quickly, relief flooding over him.

He wasn’t a bad mom. He wasn’t a bad sibling. He—he hadn’t even actually created a child! It was a little uncanny how easy it was to forget that once he started talking. He’d even realized several important worries that he’d been suppressing, such as—

“Oh no!!” He gripped the sides of his skull. “What if the media thinks they’re a mistake?? Mettaton and I aren’t even public yet and the presses are brutal and I don’t want our child to google themself in the future only for all of the results to be tabloids calling them a bastard—oh my goodness I’m so sorry Frisk I didn’t mean to say that word in front of you—”

Toriel buried her face in her paws. “Papyrus, please—”

“How am I supposed to even raise a child when I am already failing to censor myself?? Toriel!!” He knelt at her feet, hands clasped in a show of both repentance and desperation. “Your child is very well-adjusted and has a healthy appreciation for deadly spikes! Please, teach me how to become a mom worthy of my skeletiny!!!”

“You think I’m well-adjusted?” Frisk grinned.

“Of course! How could you not be, with such a wonderful group of parents??”

“That is sweet of you, Papyrus,” Toriel said, lifting Papyrus back up with one paw. “However… I have made my own share of mistakes, you know.”

Papyrus blinked up at her, eyesockets damp.

“Did the tabloids call you an irresponsible slut? Not—not that that’s happened yet! Or that promiscuity is a bad thing, I am not slutshaming anyone, I just know that others might and I don’t want this to be a shadow over my child’s future—”

“Bro.” Sans tugged on Papyrus’s arm from where he still lay on the floor. “Mettaton owns the news, doesn’t he?”

“Well, he runs the monster news network, but—”

“No one’s gonna call you a—a slut.” Sans’s skull turned blue as he cringed.

Frisk let out a pfhfhfhfhf of a laugh. “Slut.”

“My child, where did you even learn that sign?”

“Maddy.” They grinned.

“Of course.” Toriel sighed and shook her head. “I suppose that is not technically a swear…”

“It’s not??” Frisk looked disappointed.

“Regardless!” She clapped. “I will do my best to help you, Papyrus. So, ah, is your child an infant, or…? I’m afraid I am not entirely familiar with the skeleton life cycle, myself.”

“Er. Hmm. Well.” Papyrus scratched the back of his skull. He wasn’t actually sure how old the skeletiny was, himself. “It’s somewhat complicated? Let’s assume they’re Frisk’s age. Just for convenience!”

Toriel’s eyes widened. “They are…? Papyrus, how long have you had this child?”

Papyrus started to sweat again.

“Can I phone a friend?”

“Oh man. It’s that bad, huh.” Sans let out a mirthless laugh.

“Sans! I thought we agreed not to slutshame me!!”

“I didn’t.” Frisk grinned. “Slut.”

“Frisk!!!” Papyrus dropped his skull into his palms. Frisk tugged on his hands until he looked up again.

“Uncle Papyrus.” Frisk’s face was more serious now. “I’m just messing with you. You’re the best uncle ever, and you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“Y-you really think so?” he asked.

“Yeah!” They smiled again. “You’re gonna raise me the coolest cousin ever. I can’t wait to meet them!”

“One step at a time, kiddo.” Sans was suddenly standing, his hand on Frisk’s shoulder. “Why don’t we give your uncle and mom some time to talk, huh? Let’s go… I dunno, get some ice cream or something.”

“Why don’t we go tell Maddy?” Frisk hopped up and down.

“Please don’t.” Papyrus cringed. If Maddy and Asgore found out before he could tell Mettaton, he wasn’t sure what would happen. Probably more slutshaming of one form or another.

“Let’s not.” Sans took their hand. “C’mon. I know a shortcut.”

“Wait!” Frisk tugged free, then pressed the Mettaton-shaped temporary tattoo into Papyrus’s hand. “Keep it.”

Papyrus wasn’t sure if he could even wear the tattoo—or the proper method for applying it—but he held it close to his chest and smiled anyway.

Then Frisk and Sans walked back towards the bedrooms. Sans must have been desperate to escape, because he left his hoodie on the couch. Papyrus stood and brushed his hand over it.

He’ll adjust, Papyrus told himself. His brother loved Frisk. His sense of humor was childish enough to get along with any kid. It must only be the suddenness of it all that had him so… like this.

But that was what Papyrus had signed up for. He didn’t regret it. His reputation, however carefully crafted, was meaningless compared to the wellbeing of a new skeleton.

“I am sorry,” Toriel said after a moment of silence. “I hope we did not worry you with our reactions. My child is right. You have the heart to be a wonderful mother, no matter how your child came to be.”

The praise warmed Papyrus down from his skull to his metatarsals.

“That means a lot, coming from you.” He smiled.

He could do this. He could and he would do this. He had his friends and his family by his side, and they believed in him. Despite him giving them every reason not to.

“I am still not sure exactly what advice to give, but how about we discuss it over tea?”

“That would be wonderful!”

Yes. Everything was going to be perfectly fine!

[serosgirl]

— presentation: FOCUS! ꒰ — jump starting my new blog with a composition i previously uploaded to my wattpad account, wrldhorror. here, requests for drabbles and headcanons are welcome! minors dni, but if you are of the age of consent guidelines apply (see here). ꒱

this a mature composition that contains descriptions of actions that are not appropriate for children who are not of age. there will be no further warning, so you must read at your own discretion.

✧˖*°࿐ focus ❛ just focus on me, keep your eyes on me ❜

warnings: nudity, smut, cockwarming, cunt slapping, 18+

various textbooks and paper-copy assignments were left unattended to and forgotten as [yn]'s conscious descended into a state of dream-like infatuation. coherent dialogue failed to part her kiss-swollen lips, pitiful whimpers slurring each syllable that fell from her glossed appendages. she struggled to assemble sensible thought as, presently, her levelheadedness began to plummet and accumulate in a fragmented pile of shambles.

"pay attention, or i'll make you." withdrawing the female from her state of stupefaction, a noticeably smooth baritone glissaded the goosed flesh of [yn]'s extremities while trailing the length of her spine and causing her to erect in abrupt attentiveness. the velvet tone of his octaves prompted the young lady to shudder, inducing her to further rut her hips against his own. their hips meet at a pace that could only be described as painstakingly sensual but still harsh enough to be interpreted as needful. a stifled moan prompted [yn] to toss her head before dropping it into the clothed shoulder of her lover.

kneading against [yn]'s viscid, pulsating heat was her boyfriend's sex, the length stretching the width of her cunt with a modest singe that caused her skin to set ablaze with a newfound coating of arousal, tears welling upon her waterline and threatening to depart the silken lashes that flittered until they began to blink at a pace of leisure, the strands sinking steadily. "you're not making this any easier for me." her complaint was exhaled as a soft whine, her glassy hues fluttering close with an implosive grind of her pelvis. [yn] pressed more weight into the grind of their bodies. "i'll be good for you, shoto. won't you pay attention to me?" lifting her head to meet todoroki's indifferent gaze, [yn] pouted at his nonchalance, prettily exhibiting her bottom lip as it jutted in perplexity.

weakly fisting bundles of his cotton tee in the palm of her hands, [yn] sighed a reply, stiffening on todoroki's lap as her silken parapet milked the male for all of his worth, aching for a method that would result in illimitable pleasure. reaching for euphoria, yearning for ferocious shock impulses that would render her limbs useless and turn her stature into putty, [yn] impatiently replied to one of shoto's former queries. "the answer is renunciation."

inspiration for a sadistic idea such as this method of study befell upon [yn]'s shoulders. specifically, she was to harbor the blame for her predicament as discovering the most beneficial technique of cramming a lecture before the designated date of an inescapable exam was a conversation commenced herself. shoto agreed to aiding her with such probe, even suggesting a method of his own. if she were to answer correctly, she'd be presented a reward for her troubles. unluckily, she had failed to do so numerous times.

"try again, princess." as determined beforehand, the punishment for any incorrect answer would ensue a brutal thrust of his hips, the motion never failing to swipe the flushed tip of his cock against a particular doughy spot of her insides, causing a honeyed moan of his name to escape her trembling lips. "come on. you're almost there, baby. two more questions and i'll make that pretty mouth of yours squeal in delight."

"it's polity," her answer was breathy and at a pitch no louder than a whisper. "i know it is." struggling to straddle his thighs, her own began to tremble in discomfort. she tentatively eased onto his lap, sinking herself into a position that allowed for her cervix to thumb against the rosy head that was sheathed between her legs. beginning to give into impulse and shove their hips together, [yn] shakily rolled her hips, hoping a subtle movement such as that would not be prominent enough to garner the attention of her admirer.

as if in disbelief, todoroki softly laughed at the girl in his arms. a condescending gaze fell upon her shoulders before dismissively peering at the papers that had fallen askew and were splayed upon a maple desktop. "it's as if you're purposefully getting these wrong," scoffing but with no intention of reprimanding her, he brought his lips to her ear and kissed rhetoric against her heated skin. delicately placing a kiss beneath the lobe of her ear, he descended upon the base of her neck. in response, she lulled her head until it rolled about, further allowing the male to mark her skin with deep colored blemishes. "should i punish you?" pausing his former traveling of love-spawned markings of adulation, he froze at the dip of her collar bone, sucking at the supple skin until it became an angry bruise.

shoto's lidded stare observed the withering figure of his girl. devouring her with a magnetic gape, his hues inundated, drinking in her flustered disposition until he could no longer prevent himself from swallowing her sobs of pleasure. a gentle brush of their lips transcended into a duel of hunger, each pulling the other in as if they were to disappear.

humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of their lips, [yn] couldn't help but arch against her lover as the hand placed above her hip pulled her close. the movement caused for travel of her pelvis, further ramming her neglected cunt against the flushed rod that convulsed at the greedy clench of her plush walls.

at her sensual movement, todoroki's own hips bucked into her own, further stroking his cockhead against the surface of her gummy walls, causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. hissing, shoto's head momentarily fell before he brought his hands to [yn]'s hips and tightened his grasp on her ceaseless grind. "i told you to be still, did i not?"

"please," opposing the installment of todoroki's palms, [yn] continued to sink onto his length, sputtering a request that was near to dying out. "don't stop." leaning into his embrace, she pressed her temple against his own, low moans filling the space as she continued to generate friction between the heat of her legs. "just a little harder."

straining to prevent himself from giving into wild desire, the boy's attention fell to the bundled skirt that scrunched around the waist of his companion. his bi-colored hues followed the movement of her thighs as she rolled her hips. "look at you," shoto's fingers brush the underside of her chin, a few of his fingers cupping the base of her neck as to lift her head from his peripheral and bring it to his forefront visual. "grinding against everything. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting her head as if examining a newfound discovery, shoto's cold stare devoured the sight of his flustered girlfriend, her desperate expression persuading him to ravish her until she could no longer recite his given name.

"what's another word for wise, baby?" his attention drooped from the dipped bridge of her nose and fell upon the curve of her lips as he questioned her in regards to the current subject of focus. her gape rounded at an involuntary twitch of her hips, barely comprehending a word that fell from his lips. almost unable to process any speech of interest, [yn]'s sight relied on intensively providing each mound a devoted gawk. a badgering ache numbed her rational thought, swallowing the sensible and only rational portion of her conscious in a sudden pit of longing.

"sagacious." sputtering the last of vocabulary, she huffed and willed herself to patiently sit on the quivering muscle that battered the cushion of her insides.

"atta girl," congratulating her for finishing her allotted assignment, todoroki shifted, edging his pelvis to where it eagerly shifted against her own. "that's a feat worthy of praise. how should i reward you?" choking todoroki's dick in awaited hope, her gummy walls fluttered and squeezed in excitement. "do you want to cum?" persistently nodding at his question, she batted her lashes, attempting to pull him closer by threading her fingers along the back of his head, brushing their lips together but leaving a distance that left them barely touching. todoroki's optics flickered to her nearing lips before settling a hard stare upon her own. "then, ask nicely. use your words like a good little girl."

"i'll be good for you. i promise." aware that her acclamation was not enough to satisfy the unconvinced male before her, she sucked up her own pride and snapped her gaze away from his own, watching glittering rays of light penetrate through the lace curtains of the occupied bedroom. "won't you ravish me?" protruding the mound of her bottom lip, a pout pulled at her cheeks as she unwillingly begged, playing into todoroki's undermining motives.

attentive to the nude colored appendages, the boy was unable to cease his withdrawn condition. mindlessly discerning the cupid's bow curve of her lips, todoroki compelled himself to descend deeper into his lengthening pit of limitless desire. his different colored optics followed the cute pucker of her mouth, aimlessly wondering the features of her expression until perceiving the endearingly shy look she bore. noticing the unfocused gape of her cowardice countenance, shoto's lips stretch across his cheeks, a slant to his smile as he lifts his brows in mischief. "you'll have to speak up if you want your request obliged." evident in his tone was a smug expression as his narrowed lids attempted to meet the eyes of his lover. though, his expression flattens when not even the pearl-like pitch of his tone acquires the attention of his girlfriend.

leaning forward to trail his knuckles across the goosing skin of her ribcage, the reddened pads of his fingertips work to dig the wool of her sweater in his hands and hike the cloth over her head. perking her breasts sat the cloth of a wired bra, the intricate lace cupping the hills while extra flesh nearly spilled from the confinement at the quick haste of todoroki's movement. her chest bounded as the hem of her shirt roughly glided against the fabric, the action causing the different textures to drift and brush against her breasts.

attaching his lips to her cleavage, todoroki made swift movements as to unclasp the black undergarment and place her back against the table that had formerly been occupied to responsibly study. the sudden rise of his seated position further pressed his cock into her cunt, the motion oozing slick that dripped from the origin of penetration onto the desk. the change deliciously stroked her walls, a squeak parting her lips as she clasped onto his shoulders.

disregarding the copy of papers, the fiery skin of the young lady now dominated the area. [yn]'s elbows propped her against the wood as she questionably observed the change of position. [ec] orbs analyzed the male who lowered over her figure, prompting her to relax as he cupped the back of her knees to lock her hips in place, using his grip to pin her knees to her chest as he captured a squeamish moan with his mouth.

"disobedient, aren't you?" not specifically searching for a response, he continued, "make sure you behave for me, princess. if you make a sound, i'll edge you until you're crying for relief," terminating further debate, an abrupt snap of his hips initiated copious muffled moans, the girl cupping her mouth to prevent squeals of rapture from growing consequently clamorous. "lie there and give me a pretty show, okay?" gripping a hip as to control the force of his rapid assault, shoto began to pummel her walls with ruthless vigor, the table used for leverage creaking beneath them.

scuttering as to escape the brutal snapping of his waist, [yn] arched against the flat surface of the table, heels searching for something to ground into. such expedition was futile as her toes curled into the air, her legs dwindling and hooking around her lover. the extended extremities tensed at the deliberately vicious thrust of his hips. he wanted her to violate his rule! the pace he began with was causing the task of remaining silent impossible when the quick jerks of his hips allow him to reach depths that cause [yn]'s optics to roll to the back of her head.

the fingers coiled around her mouth begin to weaken, the palm of her hand slipping from her face and instead gripping todoroki's forearm for the gain of proper leverage. the next pound rammed into her withering heat plunged against the velvet insides of her sex, the pink head of his cock driving into a doughy area that had her toes curling tighter than before, and an inaudible, choked wail that reverberated within the confines of her throat was soon swallowed with a gulp of air. quick to stifle further wanton sound, she clamped her lips together, pitiful whimpers restrained in the insides of her mouth as if she were some animal confined against its will.

continuously drilling against that particular spot, todoroki upheld his ridiculous pace. [yn] screwed her eyes shut and tensed her jaw as to silence an incoming scream. promptly, the glassy hue of her orbs began to fade, the color descending behind her glistening lids as her pretty, tear-filled optics rolled to the back of her head. she desperately wanted to voice her praise, but instead was left with an uncontainable urge to cry the male's name. her knees buckled in the air, and if not for the boy occupying the space between them, they would've clamped shut.

displeased with her distracted gape, shoto roughly pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, clicking his teeth in dissatisfaction. pulling his arm away from the girl, he wedged his hand between her soft thighs, and his fingers parted her slicked folds to press fast circles over her clit, vigorously rounding the aroused bud at a pace that left the young lady gasping for incredulous amounts of air.

her eyes popped open at the overstimulation, her hands trembling as she dug her nails into the skin of her lover to provide herself with a sense of stability, wishing to ground herself to the table and sustain her from losing herself to her high.

"keep your eyes open," furrowing his brows, he met her lust-blown ogle. scoffing, he ceased the ministrations on her clitoris and brought his lips to her neck to remind her, "only obedient girls are rewarded." after nipping at her neck one last time, he brought his mouth to her bounding chest, taking one of the erect buds into his mouth. his gaze flickered to his victim when she slipped a cry of his name. shamelessly tugging his head towards her heated skin, she sighs in content and furrows her brows, subconsciously fluttering her lids until closed.

"don't make me tell you twice." widening her eyelids, she parts them in shock at the grip around her mouth. todoroki's nimble fingertips pressed into the sides of her mouth, and she meekly met his overbearing gaze. the brisk rutting of his pelvis had died and left the girl beneath him lifting her hips to generate friction.

"i'll do whatever you ask," greedily digging her heels into his back and tugging his hips to meet her crotch, she pleaded for him to continue as if a mantra that would grant countless blessings. "please," she panted, "keep going." dying for friction, she caused more contact between the two by jerking her pelvis against his own.

"you can't follow one simple instruction." the irritation in his octaves was evident, but he harbored no genuine distaste with the girl. withdrawing his sex until only the tip pressed into her tightening closure, todoroki belittled her with his glare. "should i remind you that you were to keep quiet? do i look as if i'm messing around? did it appear as if i was kidding when i said i would punish you?"

nearly flinching from his scold, [yn]'s pleads freeze on her tongue, and her movement stilled due to a feral glint that began to swell in his eyes. a nervous gulp glissaded her throat and induced her to utter an apology, figuring it's better if she were to request forgiveness. "it won't happen again, shoto. i," a squeal concluded what was the start of her sentence, her head roughly falling onto the table as her back arched once more. her jaw parted as her eyes languidly fell to the back of her head.

instantaneously, she began whining. as if to fuck her silly, shoto stuffs his girlfriend until he had buried himself to the hilt, his cockhead flexing against her cervix and pounding her insides at a pace that was sure to alter her walk with a limp.

electricity scourged her fluttering insides, white flecks dotting her vision. as todoroki continued his attack, [yn]'s abdomen began to coil into an all-too-familiar bundle, cries resounding the room as she begged for the male to further strike his area of interest.

pulsing shockwaves traveled the length of her spine before descending to the tips of her toes, tingling her insides with enough vigor that left her stammering incoherent phrases. sloppily meeting shoto's lips in a kiss that was far from coordinated, she mentioned her impending orgasm, her calf flexing as she threw her head back and gripped onto todoroki for dear life. sob-like moans were choked from her throat as she began to convulse in anticipation. her figure seized around the form of her lover. one last push had the girl scrambling over the edge, and she huffed a moan of his name, a wail parting her lips as the coil in her abdomen began to unravel, her vision now submerged in white while crystalline tears trailed the sides of her face in their travel.

lazily fluttering around the expanse, [yn]'s attention danced around the room, awaiting a climax that rapidly began to slip through her fingers. a sharp sting was left to remain as her gummy walls squeezed the departing length of her boyfriend's sex, the velvety flesh coiling around the muscle as to suck him back in. [yn]'s trembling lips parted to demand and explanation, her head lifting from the table to meet todoroki's unsympathetic expression. her brow hastily furrowed in displeasure.

"did you not hear me the second time?" uninterestedly gazing upon her fluttering cunt that quivered at lost of contact, the male took her knees into his palms and brought them to her chest, watching slickened arousal seep from her whimpering sex. "girls who cannot follow set rules receive no rewards." slapping a hand against her abused and desperate cunt, shoto took it upon himself to gather lubricant between the slit of her folds and fondle her twinging clit. "finish on your own," nodding towards the nails that clawed at the wood beneath her fingertips, todoroki suggested a method of solace. "with those deft fingers of yours. you can do that, can't you?"

seating himself between her legs, he gifted himself view of her trembling heat, aiding the girl by forcefully parting her legs. "go on.”

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L’allodola

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual content, strong language, infidelity, slight angst?

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: A night of celebration melts in mistakes which give rise a world made of gold in the delicate light of an Italian morning, so easily broken by reality. You weren’t supposed to be with him, at least not now, not here, and not when you're married.

A|N—was working on this for so long and could not figure out a tasteful way to end it. Hope you like it!!

The golden showers of the sun drizzled your skin. Permeating the windows and casting the most delicate glow over your soft figure. A hand graced your silk shielded hip with a chiseled poise of Bernini. A warden he slept defending the volumes of you with his eyes closed, one robust arm painted over your dreaming frame. A halcyon picture of two lovers saturated in a new day’s light. The gold reflecting on individual bristles of your lashes bounced as promises of the night prior evaporated from your dream soaked state.

A huff of air was forced from your chest as the corners of your lungs began to itch at the sensation of Chanyeol’s angelic grip. Even then, the exhale was not enough to rid of the heaviness in the organ. The bitter trickle of guilt slid down your spine as you became increasingly conscious. The reruns of last night swimming through your head making your brow furrow in heartbreak.

He was cruel. His touch, his song, his worship of each square centimeter of skin encasing you, and his cruelly gentle caress of your body as if a lover’s touch. Except it was not a lover’s touch, nor song, nor worship. His caress was something you relished awaiting the lark’s cry. For when the world awoke so would he, and you would leave his hold.

His warm hand with fingertips burning impressions into you. Impressions that would be felt when you returned to your actual lover’s arms at the airport. Impressions that would burn after Chanyeol went to his own home and life, which has become increasingly separate from yours. With the prospects of last night your title of ‘best friends’ is no longer applicable. You had an affair with your business partner on a business trip in Milan and realizing this you refused to panic. You refused to be rational and leave his hold. Refused to wake him and discuss what happened. Refused to admit it was a mistake.

However, the man who waited for you overseas was a mistake that is.

No.

“Waited,” would be an embellishment on his character.

His care you had now realized was a facade in itself. Your husband’s front masked as compassion was gloriously boasted by you.

For months you have not felt until this moment. No gushing emotions of joy which you should feel in a relationship. Only, the trickery of your own mind begging for a pair of attentive eyes bringing you to a mirage and nothing more.

You walked yourself into an illusion of feelings, but you did not belong to him.

You did not belong to him in the way you belonged to the man holding you now. You did not solve your husband like you did the puzzle of Chanyeol, fitting into his soul like you were carved specifically for his.

No.

You were Chanyeol’s in his sleeping hold as he stirred. His breathing heavier before he tugged you closer into him. You felt the pattern of his breath on your neck. You felt the stinging burns his limbs left on you. Being overseas in a five-star suite with him. In a bed with silk sheets and gold pouring through the curtains. These are all images you could not have conjured months ago.

Chanyeol, your best friend, and the man you started your company with. The fool who let himself into your apartment as he pleased to keep you company when your husband was gone on business trips. The fool with stupidly adorable big ears and big round eyes which bargained with your’s last night. Yet also the beacon in negotiations with an aura which drew in investors. The monument of confidence and your driving force from nine to five. He was right, in this moment, in this world where you were the center.

For now, you wanted time to stop. You wanted him to hold you longer and feel you more. To stroke your hair and trace the fragments of your chest that he marked. You wanted to wake up with him and still be his. To hear what he would say and learn him this way. Each hair on your body reached for him but you stayed unmoving in his hold, afraid to wake him. If he would wake he’d see the time. He’d see that in two hours you’d need to be at the airport.

You wished so badly the clock on the nightstand which your gaze unluckily met was wrong, so that you could turn in his hold and watch the pout of his lip. Memorize the amity of his eyes, and nose. Get drunk on the details lining his face like how you did on the celebratory champagne last night.

You pictured him. His round cheeks pressed against the pillow in stark innocence and dark curls endearing his forehead.  You pictured him smiling when he woke. Him smiling when you turn to meet his eyes.

So, to savor this freedom, this world in which you were the center and in which he was the sun, you stayed. You stayed in his consummate hold even when he woke. You stayed enraptured by the warmth of his arms as he rose from the bed, displaying his august build with red trails trickling down the pale canvas. Pieces of you, marks of your visit to his body were scorched into his skin. Prints of purple and scarlet giving his broad chest the appearance of a sunset. He wore them better than any designer suit that made its way into his office.  

You stayed with him, hidden from the Italian streets and the morning air in his laying hold even as you dressed in his white button-up. The white button-up which you tore from him like wrapping paper on a present and he was your gift.

You thought of him as this, a present, while still in his arms even when he was in a different room. That is exactly what he was in this moment and many others: your gift. In the sense that his urging eyes and wide smile pulled you from the grayscale life of a wife, into the technicolor of you. In the sense that temporarily, just temporarily, he pulls you to be who you are: a CEO and mastermind, but nothing less than a charismatic human who has various functions beyond business. However, just as with a gift, his presence was ephemeral, and you would slip back into the monotone of your shared household.

These thoughts, you did not delegate them time before now. You didn’t allow them to barge in on you in your home eleven hours away. There was no space for doubt as a businesswoman because everything was built on confidence. You had no space to fit any doubt into your schedule considering the minefield called the market. Rather than a minefield, to you, it was something of an exhilarating challenge. A mind game, a test of your intellect with Chanyeol by your side.

Nonetheless, now they wandered your mind. Your business in Milan was over, on paper and in computer files. Still, one thing stuck to you like sap which even if you tried washing off, would stay sticky on your skin.

This was a mistake, you were not supposed to sleep with your business partner, and you were not supposed to sleep with your best friend. You were by the means of social standards not allowed to sleep with anyone but your husband.

The fact stands, though, that this, no, that he felt entirely unreal. The way Chanyeol strode around the kitchen, glorious and shirtless, serving you breakfast while you wore his clothing, was so undeniably right. This felt right and you for the first time considered if this wasn’t a mistake, but a wake-up call blaring at you to see between greyscale and technicolor. To picture the days which your “loving” husband touched you leaving burns on your skin the way Chanyeol did, or laced his voice with the same saccharine sound Chanyeol did as he spoke to you now. He spoke to you now—

“Y/n?” His familiar fruity voice resonated in your ears.

“Hmmm?” You hummed innocently in response as if this were a casual morning and you had not just cheated on your husband.

“Are you going to eat?” He inquired, shoveling more of the prefect omelet on his plate into his mouth. He smirked when you didn’t answer and just continued to observe him. Chanyeol leaned over to your plate, cutting a piece of your omelet and holding it up for you to eat.

Your eyes never left his as you let him feed you. You were suddenly fascinated by the crease in his eyes when he chuckled as he fed you. You absorbed every lining to his face and every blemish to adorn it. By the time you memorized the freckle on his nose, the folding of his lip, and the pattern of his iris, your breakfast was gone. This was right. This was how it should be, this is what you deserved.

A taciturn agreement was made that guilt was a feeling to meet in about fourteen hours, when you’d return home.

This was right. The way you ignored time and sauntered in the morning sun on the balcony. The way Chanyeol wrapped himself around you from behind, kissing a shoulder left bare by the loose fit of his shirt. His slow whispers sedating you as you both swayed to an imaginary rhythm. Your tranquil smile as he spoke of the scenery and of simple wonders. It was right for how little long you had.

You felt as if you could grow glorious wings and fly towards the sun with Chanyeol, yet neither of you would burn. For he felt as if it was him keeping the world illuminated and warm, him opening the flowers by morning, and him creating wondrous shadows about the world. In this world, in your world, he was the sun. your world of geocentric nonsense somehow being correct because it was Chanyeol.

He called your name, his voice deep and sweet. You could imagine his voice tasting like caramel were it tangible. You responded, twisting slightly in his grip to meet his eyes.

“Ti amo” he became quiet speaking this to you. Breathing out the two syllables and if they were his dying words he would have been happy saying them then. A relieving sigh of a confession evaporating from his lungs to condense in the world around you. This air felt good to you, it felt inviting and caring, it felt like what you imagined a husband’s words would feel like.

Greed.

It coursed through you in a way it shouldn’t, making your skin shine and your heart beat for more.

Consumed in gluttony, grasping onto each second of this moment as if you had no sense to stop and turn around, no good judgment left in your burnt heart. Appetitiveness left to devour you further, turning you from human to beast. Hungry for something you should not have.

Greed. This drug circulating in your body, making your conscious light with hunger. Mouthwatering desire outlining each crevice of you. But that’s all it was, a drug. It was not right. It couldn’t be when you felt like you had died and been plucked from the ground by the delicate hand of god, placing you in the castles of clouds above.

It was wrong.

Your hopeful gaze dimmed and you frowned, “Oggi in figura, domani in sepoltura.”

The words were simple, dark, cutting and you knew he understood you. Of course he did, he was a genius, he was perfect. Italian wasn’t a challenge for him when he first approached the style.

Today in person, tomorrow in the grave.

And today you had been digging yourself a grave to the second circle of hell. No, third. Possibly fourth if you lose yourself again. Your husband was home, but wearing the mask of Lucifer. You felt better thinking of him this way. It was greed again, unraveling around your limbs like armor. A shield from truth.

Yet the longer you stayed in Chanyeol’s arms there you analyzed the anomaly of him. The enigma of now. How it was impossible for him not to be right and true when his thick cock filled you that way. When all things tactile charred you red. When his lips, god his lips, took yours in a supernova so powerful it paralyzed your lungs. When he worshipped and you returned the favor. Dancing rounds until you’d burn each other out.

Flushed. Fucked out. Completely his. And completely yours.

“Y/n,” Chanyeol rasped, turning you in his hold so you’d face him, “I’ll tell you now.”

He paused, to look at you. At your lips, how they were still wet from when Chanyeol fed you fruit, then tasting the sweetness left on your lips himself.

“What I feel, is real,” he breathed, still cradling you, tucking a strand of loose hair away. “I know you’re hovering from guilt to lust to doubt and back, but I want you to know, I need you to know.”

His big eyes glazed over in affection, his brow furrowed in heart-wrenching devotion. “I’ve fallen in love with my partner, my best friend. The woman I see every morning when I walk to my office and her mind that has me scattered like dust among the stars. I am in love with you.”

As the words poured from his lips, they seemed to muffle the chatter of Italy until it was just you, and him; the rest of the world gone mute. His voice hung in the air around you, swelling to fill it, taking place the oxygen until all you heard and felt and breathed were his words, still hanging unanswered.

Greed.

A whisper, small, shaky, scared, it came out.

“Chanyeol.” He was close, too close yet not nearly close enough at the same time. The distance between your lips to his and your eyelids seemed to decrease proportionally, and you thought it briefly ironic how mathematical this can all be.

Distances. Your lips and his lips. Your bottom lashes and top lashes. Your noses, hearts. Time in itself. Everything was shrinking in a related aspect and for the first time, it struck you.

This proportionality, this relatedness, and dependence perhaps. As you got closer to him and time slipped by, effectively you only became closer and closer to the moment you’d get home, where your husband was. So, if you’d only be getting pulled to Chanyeol as you were pulled home by the greed of father time, this ending could be one of gold.

Although arbitrary, the transverse proof lightened your heart. No causation nor correlation nor statistical proof that you were so used to. Though, you could feel and as a result know that this was correct. A right move in the ebb and flow of the market, a play sure of success.

He kissed you, soft and careful as if it was the first time. Prudent not to demoralize you.

Letting go, Chanyeol’s warm eyes met with yours in a crestfallen gaze. He brought his lips up to your forehead, placing a velvety kiss there. “I’m sorry.” His words were choked and shattered.

An exhale met his neck as he rested his chin on your head. It was audible, so much so he pulled away to study you and reassure you are fine.

“You should be,” you whispered, prurient but sound, “for making me ache alone for this long.”

“Who is to say you were alone?” Chanyeol spoke voice coarse and hot.

“I ached and ached, longing for you while married. How pitiful.”

“Pitiful, I disagree. I’d like to call it bold. You’ve always been this way, though,” he paused, gaze intensifying, “Haven’t you?”

“I’m afraid you’re right Mr. Park,” your voice became lighter with each word as your dance of axioms perpetuated, “Bold as bold can be.”

“Prove it.” He was short, nonchalant but commanding as his fingers pressed into you.

“I love you.”

He smirked, though you could see his elated irises shaking behind his front. You saw the joy spiraling through his system and fireworks exploding in his mind at your response.

In that moment your lips connected you felt as if your husband did not exist anymore. As if he was erased from the face of the Earth. Deleted like a bug in this game.

And Chanyeol was the prize, your prize.

Your kiss deepened and eventually you had jumped into his grip to wrap your legs around him as he walked into the suite. His large hands cupped your ass perfectly.

He pulled away briefly to glance at the signature Rolex Daytona decorating his left wrist. He sighed at the time.

“We’re gonna miss the plane.”

You pulled away, arms wrapped around his neck, studying him. You moved your lips to his ear, “How unfortunate.”

You continued. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t stop him then nor for the next week.

Loving Chanyeol in the rich sun of Italy as you eat at small restaurants on narrow streets and wander cobblestone walkways hands clasped together. You loved each other when you took a train to Venice and rented gondola just for the two of you. You loved him when you got off at a less crowded island, Murano it was called, and perused the glasswork it was known for before residing in a quaint restaurant on the water. You loved him as his million-dollar smile flashed for you and only you as he became ecstatic about the Seafood Pasta you ate, claiming its the best he’s ever had, considering all the Michelin grade dining he’s come across.  You agreed, much more so because it was a Seafood Pasta you ate with him, alone, on an island with fewer tourists, where nobody knew you.

He loved you as you pondered the setting sun from the gondola. He loved you as you wrote tragic beauty with your lips as the sunset became a story by your description. As you painted on each hue with each word and pulled the sun in and towards you when phrasing your presence in that very moment, with him.

“I don’t want to go home.” You mused resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around you to hold yours. “This feels like home, the ground here is embracing and light, truthful and kind and real, so very real. I don’t want to go back.”

“I’m not going anywhere so long as you’re here,” he rasped, “You are my home.”

You smiled and turned in his arms, “Continue,” you indulged, batting your eyelashes playfully.

“Y/N you’re everything that made me. Every star and every planet that tells stories of our creation, you are them. You are the sunshine which bronzes my arms in a warm hug when its cold and the rain that soothes my burning aches. You are the air I breathe and I think that had we left a week ago, I wouldn’t have been able to breathe as we part at the airport. You are my love, my one person, dare I call you, my purpose. You give me essence, and you revive my lungs from their frigid paralyzed state in the nine-to-five. You are everything that ever made me.”

You grinned, tears welling in bright eyes as you giggled. “I love you.” You whispered a tear falling.

His thumb came up to take the tear away and place a delicate kiss where it once was.

The sky was now purple and deep with luxury as the walkways of Venice became less dense.

He kissed you, tenderly, slowly and then quietly, as if not to scare away the cloak of dark sky that’d been hiding you, bargained,

“Be mine.”

[ebi-hime]

Some screenshots from episode two of Unluckily in Love: Fragments of Love, which is currenly in progress!!! For those who don't know, UiL: Fragments of Love is a spinoff of my existing BL VN, Unluckily in Love. It's a collection of relatively short episodes (by short I mean 40-50k each lol) about Yuel and Tavi, the leads of Unluckily in Love, after they've formed a romantic relationship and they're a couple. It's a series of cute slice of life vignettes which are pretty cute and fluffy. This story is all about them going on dates, and since it's set in the UK they go to a few UK-specific locations too (because I like writing about my home country lol there are some nice places in the UK guys...) The first episode of Unluckily in Love: Fragments of Love can be downloaded for free on Itchio here! I think I'll release the first three episodes for free, then make the remaining seven episodes (yes there are 10 of these and yes I've already written all of them lol) paid DLC. I'll upload the game onto Steam when eps 1-3 are finished. Uh I'm not sure when ep2 will be finished, but I'm just waiting on a few CGs. The sprites, backgrounds, music, and writing are all finished, so it's in a good state already. I'm hoping to release it at the very end of December, as a belated Christmas gift, but if it's not possible I'll try to release it in January/February~ish. Please look forward to it!

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underrole chapter 1 .  a friendly name

Sans couldn’t believe what he was looking at: what was… it?? Surely not a human… neither a monster… that soul… what did that soul represent anyway? When he got himself together after the initial shock, now staring with suspect in the new being’s direction, he slowly got up, not losing sight of him.

- You… you get up… and change to something else! Those clothes are useless. Take a sweatshirt from the closet and follow me downstairs. I have to be sure of something. And no weirdness. -

The being rather confused obeyed to the order, slipping on what he found inside the closet, an orange, almost brown, sweatshirt with two big pockets and a hood, following Sans shortly after, like he was his brother.. It hesitated, however, a few seconds before leaving the room, as his eyes wandered around the room: a computer, a flag with a skull and a bed that felt very familiar, but unknown at the same time.

Sans frustrated and bored, seeing he was not being followed, tracked back to the room. - Are you ready? We have to go! - He begun, stopping shortly after as he spotted the being just looking around the room overfilled with excitment, looking at every object he could get to.

- Sorry!! - it answered back, a positive energy radiating by him – Everything is so exciting in here! I’d like to have a room like this!!… anyway, we’re ready, SO LET’S GO!! - it yelled happily, with a visible childish vibe about him.

They left the house together, walking in Snowdin as monsters who saw them were surprised, but not for the mysterious hooded figure, they looked at Sans… he was walking at a normal pace, almost too fast for his standards.

The character kept having this… familiarity, of the place he was in, even tho he seemed to remember only a few names, without knowing the reason..

- Uhm.. so… brother… -

- Sans, call me Sans. - Snapped quick the skeleton, not looking at him and leading the way.

- Ok, Sans.. where are we going? -

- At the lab. -

- The lab? The lab… mhh… - he initially stumbled in thought - THE LAB!! I REMEMBER!! - he then yelled once more, loud and noisy, grabbing the skeleton under his arm /without even asking permission/ and running as fast as the wind.

Sans was only initially bothered, since, well… he fell asleep a few seconds after.

After a small amount of time, the skeleton felt tapping on his head, forcing him to wake up.

- Sans? We’re at the lab!! -

The monster freed himself, plopping down and walking again in front of him, saying – Stay behind me -, before entering the building.

The door opening scared Alphys, who was having lunch at her desk.

- S-S-S-SANS!! I didn’t expect you… nor him… Y’know… after all that happened.. I...I didn’t check the door a-a-and… - she panicked and fidgeted, jolting up and moving towards them.

- I don’t want to talk about it, and I am not here for this! - Sans cut it short.

- O-Oh… A-Alright… - Alphys trembled – W-Who… who is the monster with you….? - she asked hesitant – I know it’s a bad moment, but… you know… we do need human material… -

- I KNOW!! - Sans was losing his cool again, as he lowered the hoodie from the character – But now we have another problem. This ! -

Alphys took a step back, surprised – W-W-What happened???? - Why is the human with you???? Alive????? Why didn’t you call Undyne!!!-

Sans started to walk towards the elevator. - We’re going downstairs to check something, bro… mmh. You, follow me. - He said, pointing to the new character. It followed jumping in the elevator, followed by Alphys.

- So… Sans. You’re fine with… what happened…? -

- We have other problems, and maybe good news. I have to check. - said the skeleton, coldly.

(…)

In the lab, Sans spoke again to the character.

- Mhh… brother… - He said, carefully, trying to sound convincing as Alphys stared with confusion – Go to those machines, and sit on a chair. -

- YES!! - It didn’t object once again, listening to Sans.

Alphys placed some electrodes and other devices on the character, connected to said machines.

- We’re ready.. so… what’s you name? -

The character just shrugged – I dunno! -

- Alright… - Alphys checked the machinery – And, who are you? -

- I don’t know! -

- What happened? -

Sans rolled his eyes, if only he knew.

- …? …?? This CAN’T be!! How did it happen? And.. and what is this?? -

- What are you talking about, Alphys?? - Sans grew impatient.

The lizard started walking back and forth, caugh by sudden agitation, - I don’t know!! This is not a normal soul, and I have no clues on what this is, maybe it’s a new kind? -

- Perfect. So it’s neither my brother, nor the human… this is perfect!! I mean… are we serious here?? - Sans placed a hand on his skull, looking on the floor – Great!! My brother really died, or became that thing… what I am I supposed to do now? Tell me Alphys. What do I do without my brother? - said the skeleton, heartbroken, as he was falling in despair.

The character heard every word, before disconnecting himself from the machines, and going towards Sans, hugging him from behind with kindness.

- Sssh… everything is ok, I promised someone that I would take care of you, and we don’t break promises. -

The skeleton did not have any peculiar reaction, not at the time being.

- Sans… - The scientist spoke again - ...if you want I can finish our check up… but then I have to call Undyne. -

The character lifted up Sans, placing him on another chair, before returning to his place.

- Let’s continue, if this makes Sans happy. -

Sans was speechless, realizing how much this… thing reminded him of Papyrus. It was something that bothered him, a lot, but he decided to wait for the end of the examination.

After some tests, the group moved upstairs to see the results. Alphys printed them out, and read them carefully.

- This is incredible! - She gasped – All the results say the same thing, it’s not a human, it’ not  a monster, maybe a hybrid? He is made of blood, and magic, meat and I dunno what else, fused together, or maybe placed together… unluckily, I can’t tell you if it’s your brother, or the human. I can tell you that it’s something else, new.. and entity created by fragments of souls.. I am sorry Sans, but… but your brother is gone… -

The skeleton, again, didn’t have any peculiar reaction, he was awfully serious - I know, I already saw my brother die in front of my eyes. ...what do we do with him? -

- Unluckily, the determination is not of a human… - she started, fixing her glasses on her nose - ..so we can’t use it to break the barrier. He is more monster than human, his soul.. If I may call it so.. is too weak to resist outside the body… - She hesitated.

- Sans, I know he is not your brother, but he loves you, I think. -

The character was sitting far from then, randomly moving his feet and kicking the air.

(...)

After a short while, a loud sound came from the door, and Undyne charged inside the lab in full armor, throwing a spear against the character who was next to Alphys, missing him for a mile.

- U-UNDYNE NO! STOP!! - Alphys yelped, bur the fish women was attacking again. This time, the spear bounced against the ceiling, and went straight for Sans’ blind spot.

Both the women yelled, in horror – BE CAREFUL!! -

Sans shut his eyes, hoping to survive… he waited for the blow, but it never came. Instead, something started to drip on his head.

- …? -

He slowly opened his eyes, to see the character holding the spear an inch from him, that wounded his hand.

- Sans, are you ok? -

The skeleton wiped his head from what looked like blood, surprised. - You… stopped the spear for me? - He then, realized, and smiled.  - Of course… you’re my brother. -

The character first smiled to the small skeleton, then slightly annoyed turned to Undyne – You don’t just go and throw spears around! You could’ve seriously hurt him! Apologize!! -

Undyne was speechless – Sans…. What.. why is the human here? -

- I dunno. - The character answered, like she was talking to him.

Alphys interefered, standing in front of Undyne and trying to finally grasp her attention – I will explain everything, now let me introduce you… a special being. A… mash up on soul base of Papyrus, and the human.

Undyne stared blankly, giving hints of having understood nothing. So the lizard tried to explain using the simplest phrasing possible.

- ...so, they mixed. -

- They did not “mix”. They fused into something entirely new. Human. Monster. Whatever he is now. - explained Sans.

- But, being like this, we can’t use him for the barrier, so… what do we do now? - questioned Alphys.

Sans and Undyne looked at each other, then at the human, exchanged looks with Alphys in silent, and shrugged.

- Perfect. Well, let’s give him a name, at least. - Alphys turned to the human. - What now? -

- I’ll ask Asgore, and you don’t do any strangeness! - Undyne said, walking towards the exit.

- Ok!! - The character answered, cheerfully. He then removed the spear from his hand, and a light orange glow came from the wound, healing it without leaving trace, instantaneously. Sans and Alphys were surprised.

- What… was that? - started Alphys

- ...you’re asking me? - continued Sans – Let’s find him a name, I’m running short on ways to call him. -

- ...Wave. - The character said – I like Wave. -

- Ok… now, be careful. I don’t want an OCEAN of problems. - said the skeleton, hands in his pockets. as Wave giggled - ..or I’ll have to SAND this story up! -

Alphys rolled her eyes.

- Maybe I can find a solution to your SANSational problem!! - Wave replied, with a grin.

- Ok, enough!! OUT! - said Alphys, pushing them outside of the lab.  underrole from @nxsuper fix of the text at the mythic  @nephdetermined  uwu thanks for your work !!!!! MASTERPOST!

[crownandwriter]

Holy shit, I really loved those Simon losing his temper headcanons. Now, can I see what it would be like for Connor to lose his temper? Would it be like a physical fight, or a full on yelling match? What would he lose his temper over? I would prefer it to not be reader based, but if those are the only ones you do, what would the reader do to calm him down? I hope this isn’t too pushy or anything, I just really enjoy your headcanons! Please and thanks dude!

Sure thing!

-Connor is another one who takes a while to actually push to any sort of breakdown.

-But for the most part his anger is a rouse.

-He’s an interrogator, after all. If he ever seems angry, if he yells, or gets aggressive, in your face, there’s a good chance he has an audience. That’s not a genuine anger, just necessity.

-He’s controlled, even after his deviancy, and takes the time to properly analyze his emotions before he acts on them. It’s part of his self-discovery, and luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it) it usually takes long so long for him to process his anger that he’s already missed the opportunity to act on it by the time he’s realized he wants to.

-But Connor gets irritated by little things that build up over time.

-And if he were human, those little things might never get to him. They say exercise is a good outlet for anger and lord knows with all the running and fighting he does, he would have plenty of outlets. But Androids don’t spend energy the way humans do; he doesn’t get that exhaustive rush to tire his anger-burned nerves.

-So he stews without really realizing it. People say things or treat him unfairly, usually because he’s an Android. Sometimes even Hank’s teasing puts him off. It’s confusing and frustrating. These things—they didn’t bother him before—he hadn’t realized deviating would imbue him with this special sort of pride.

-That’s all it takes: a bigot here, some snark there, maybe Gavin opened his—

-“Fucking Gavin.”

-Connor doesn’t even realize the growl has slipped out while he reviews his recent memories. Hank, or anyone who really knows him, is stunned by the outburst but probably doesn’t understand the true significance of it.

-They don’t realize how close he is to snapping until he does.

-It’s probably at work, maybe at a crime scene. Someone says something to him when he’s already stressed, when he’s got enough to deal with without them giving him shit.

-His processor whirl in a way he swears it hasn’t before and, regardless of whether he was in the middle of something, Connor suddenly up and marches to the men’s room, his eyes pulled into the meanest glare he’s ever managed.

-And the door barely swings shut before he’s punched his fist completely through one of the mirrors. Once, twice, maybe three times, then he slams his hands down on the porcelain sink.

-He stays hunched there. Glaring at himself in the fragments of the mirror while his LED glares a disturbing shade of red. He looks down at his hand, at the knuckles he’s busted enough to ruin the synthetic skin and the thirium seeping out of the cracks.

-He’s a little in awe of himself, a little afraid, but still too angry to really do anything about either of those feelings.

-Hank, Markus, anyone he’s decently close with can calm him. All it really takes is talking to him. About anything, literally anything that doesn’t involve being a jerk to him. The soothing drawl of someone who cares about him, and isn’t afraid of him despite the sudden violent outburst that even makes him a little afraid of himself, is enough to drown out all the cruel voices that brought him to this outburst.

[9lph9tr0n5s]

rohan’s backstory part 1: alone on an island

hey everybody. here’s rohan’s backstory; at least the first part out of three. i thank everyone who liked and reblogged rohan so far, i appreciate this. it means so much to me. so, without further addo, it’s story time!

When Robyn and Hannah were on their their honeymoon at the canaries, they’re left stranded during a sea trip on a seemeingly unreachable island, not before being brutally shot by who turns out to be the last drowned agent, who received the order from Fuli to terminate Scarlet and Bullet, or every member of team ceartais in case of failure of the “snow day” attack. Robyn survived thanks to her healing factor, but Hannah died from blood loss. Robyn was distraught, but when she went to hug her, the steel blood nanites interacedt with each other and instinctively merged to repair Hannah’s damage. This triggered a literal merge in robyn and hannah’s bodies, who then waked up into one being. At first being shocked, the two wives managed to separate each other and kept living on that island for seven days.

During those days, Robyn and hannah couldn’t resist being separated, so, once per day, they decided to fuse together for a few hours and then separate back in fear of being stuck into one. This led to the discovery of unkown abilities from both girls, secrets and stuff being kept hidden due to a mental link and hidden traits none of them were aware of: for example, robyn became more romantic and loving than she usually was, hannah discovered she got her sight back and could control whether she went blind or not and, most importantly, both hybrids became fertile. Unfortunately, said secrets the couple held were discovered during the links and once a day, Robyn and Hannah would end up having arguments and fighting with each other, before apologizing temporarely. On the fifth day though, after so much time considered impossible to bear for normal beings, Robyn and Hannah understood that their fusion (whom they nicknamed Rohan by combining their names) and all the troubles thew went through didn’t divide them, but kept them united more than ever, since none of the two ever gave up on the other; they apologized permanentely that day and promised to never lose love and hope for each other and the world in general, even at their darkest hour.

That same day, a small comet splashed into the water waking up the girls. Since Hannah was too tired from everything she went through to check, Robyn went into the water and picked the melon sized rock. After smashing it to check if there was anything suspicious, she noticed six colored fragments popped out of the rock and got all of them in her hands at the same time. What happened next could be described as raw immense energy flowing rapidly through Robyn’s body. Robyn squealed with horror and she would have been disintegrated if Hannah hadn’t woken up and run in her help and fused once again into rohan to stabilize the immense energy. It didn’t take long for them to figure out those were fragments of the infinity gems, since they wathced the recent marvel movies and got informed later about their story on the internet (despite never reading any comic book related to them) which granted them even more superpowers than before. After the fusion, the girls managed to handle easily the fragments while being separated and fused. What they couldn’t understand was why all the six fragments dropped by them out of all the living beings in the universe.

The seventh day their killer returned with the local police, trying to get rid once and for all of the superheroines; unluckily for him, Robyn and Hannah thought out a plan when they saw him arrive and managed to trick him and reveal his assassination plot and allignment by using the mind fragment. The criminal was taken into custody and the zootopian police was allerted. Robyn and Hannah then went back home and were greeted by all their friends and family, who heard about them being stranded for a week immediately after the capture of the criminal. The next days, Robyn and Rannah decided to meet in secret and train with their newfound powers and form and agreed to reveal everything at the right moment.

next time on rohan’ au: small facts about this part of the backstory

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see you soon fellow zootopian

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It Ain’t Me

Pairing: Jughead Jones III x Reader 

Summary: Jughead broke up with you and he tried to win you back, but it was when he wasn’t on his best state.

Word count: 945

Posted: 27th of October 2017

A/N: It’s officially my Halloween holidays, finally! I was so fed up of school and I was always tired. I am back from my hiatus and I will try to write as many imagines as I can in these days.

I am posting another Jughead imagine, because I am so in love with Cole and I use him as my inspiration, but if you ever want, I can also write for someone else. I promise that I will post some 13 reasons why imagines too, I need to finish my prompt requests.

Anyways, thank you for your support and I never thought that my first Jughead imagine would get so much likes. I am so happy! Thank you guys ad I hope you enjoy this too! I am waiting for some feedbacks, thanks!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/N) is Your Name.

“A-Are you having fun?” A familiar drunk boy intensely slurred in your ear in a low tone as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulders. You shook your head in response and you pushed him away since his presence made you feel uncomfortable. You perfectly knew who he was and your memories together suddenly kicked in your mind once again, making some tears roll down your rosy cheeks. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Jughead, you are already drunk.” Your heart raced as you saw his face and you realized how wasted he was. “Just go home.”

“Then let’s go home.” He was having a hard time to process the words that came out from your mouth, obviously he couldn’t hear you through the loud music, but he managed to answer you properly.

“Jug, I am the last person that you would expect to bring you home.” You honestly told him, holding back your tears as you didn’t want for the people around you notice everything.

“Why? (Y/N), you are my girlfriend. Aren’t you?” He was confused but euphoric at the same time. The alcohol started to kick in and he couldn’t think straight anymore. You started to search for Betty’s gaze from the crowd as you needed someone who would take care of Jughead. It was somehow hard since the club was dark and crowded, but you happily thanked her when she finally noticed you.

“Jug,” A sweet voice called your attention as she tried to help the boy in front of you. “I’m walking you home, let’s go.”

“No! I want (Y/N).” Jughead slightly pushed Betty and he moved forward to lazily wrap his arms around your waist. “I need you, (Y/N).” His hot breath hit your neck as he pulled you even closer to him. You smelled the scent of the alcohol and you realized how broken Jughead was. He was never the party type, he was more of nerdy type and you fell in love with that Jughead, not with the one who was hugging you right now. But maybe he did it because of you. He was heartbroken, downhearted and in pieces.

He fragmented his own heart and he was trying to put them back together. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was having a hard time doing it, mostly now that you weren’t with him anymore.

“Jug,” You caressed his raven coloured hair whilst you silently shushed him. Seeing your ex-boyfriend in that state devastated you even more, because you still loved him and you would stay with him forever, but it was his choice to leave you. He broke up with you for a certain reason that you refused to understand and you couldn’t do anything but to respect it. “you already pushed me away. I don’t belong to you anymore.”

“No, it’s not true!” He answered as you felt his stinging hot tears against your neck and collarbone. He was wasted and you perfectly knew that he was trying to escape from his problem by drinking loads of toxic alcoholic drinks. “You are still going home with me, you would sing me to sleep, like always, and,” he cut himself as he choked himself with his own tears.

“Jughead, that’s enough.” Archie patted Jughead’s back as he tried to break the boy’s tight grip on your waist. “You are drunk and everything will get better once you take some rest.” Archie lied through his teeth, hoping to convince the poor boy. You knew how much headache he would have, you knew how hungry he would be, you knew how much he would want to cuddle with you the whole day. You knew what would happen the next day, but, unluckily, you wouldn’t be there to take care of him. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)! I am a stupid boy and remember that I still love you, no matter what.” He desperately cried and gave up on convincing you to walk him home. He let you go and, suddenly, you felt weak and incomplete. You wanted him too, you wanted him back.

“Jug, I still love you too, but you are just drunk. You don’t know what you are saying.” You caressed his wet cheeks with your right hand and you flashed him a sad smile. You knew that he would forget everything the day after, the Jughead that broke up with you would be there the next day, asking himself what was he thinking with his unstable mind the night before. “I would love to be with you, but this time: it ain’t me. I can’t do that anymore.”

“(Y/N), you know that a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. Right?” He seriously and hopelessly asked, but he turned his back away from you, leaving Betty and Archie with you, when he realized that he would never get the answer. He tried to find his way home: alone, without his better half.

“Sorry, Jug.” You murmured as your tears streamed down your face once again. Archie gave you a sad and deluded smile before following his broken hearted and wasted friend.

Jughead was stupid, but you were stupider because you let him go, pushing him away as if you didn’t love him anymore.

“A masochist.” You told to yourself as you tried to find your way out of the chaotic place you were in, leaving Betty behind.

In fact, you were. Not only because you pushed your loved one away, but also because you preferred to suffer rather than being happy with him. He clearly wanted you back, but you chose to respect his wrong and despicable choice.

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Character Sheet: Fracture

Fracture (verb)

/ˈfrakchər/

split or fragment so as to no longer function or exist.

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Age: 500+

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Demisexual

Relationships:

Fragment- terrified of him. still loves him. he feels bad for fragment but wants to stay away (he knows fragment as dream)

Broken- he was annoyed by broken when he was ink. now he’s scared of him and will actively avoid him. (he knows broken as ink)

Crack- doesn’t know him but would probably respect or like him.

Code- best friend. person to confide in.

Mustard- ex-employee... where’d he run off to? (he knows mustard as fell)

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Who is Fracture?

Fracture is the Nightmare of this AU. He first appears in the very beginning, and almost everything that happens in the story is directly or indirectly his fault.

Nightmare had already been annoyed when Dust acted innocent after pushing Mustard, plus frustrated when Mustard then knocked over some glasses, and grew absolutely livid when Ink started pestering him too, just after stepping outside. Not being the best at self control, Nightmare beat up Ink and smashed his skull on the ground. Ink can’t die, so Nightmare was just using him as an outlet for his day’s anger.

It’s undecided whether Dream entered the picture at the wrong or right time, but there he was. Dream attempted to avenge his friend but Nightmare knocked him out too, and left them in a random AU to hopefully wake up and not remember where they were. This AU, unluckily for Nightmare, happened to be Crack’s AU, whom Ink had already befriended.

Nightmare lived almost normally for a few weeks, if it weren’t for a voice inside his head mortified at what he did. He shrugged it off. He’d done so much worse over the years. Yet the voice kept nagging at him, and he realized it was his own, from years and years ago, when Dream and him were twins and best friends, still by the tree and village.

By this time, Dream (now Fragment) was already awake and trying to hunt Nightmare down. One day they did encounter each other. Dream was... different, to say the least. For starters, Dream immediately launched into combat with Nightmare and tried to kill him by shoving an arrow into his throat. He didn’t talk to Nightmare beforehand or try to “save” him or beg him to go back to normal.

The biggest change, however, to Nightmare, was the fact that Dream actually seemed threatening. This had a similar effect on Nightmare as Shattered Dream; realizing that he caused this change, this corruption to Dream’s character, and that he was scared of Dream. This also causes Nightmare to turn back to how he was before.

Distraught, Nightmare fled and teleported away. He met Cross, who was confused by how much Ink had changed, and actually concerned that he wasn’t Cross’s AU anymore. Nightmare and Cross had never exactly been friends, but they bonded easily through their new experiences. Since they’d most likely have nobody else in their lives willing to be friendly with them, Nightmare and Cross became friends. They nicknamed themselves Fracture and Code, respectively.

Code hadn’t known much about Fracture from when he was corrupted. But if he’d seen a picture of Fracture compared to a picture of him as Nightmare, he would never guess they were the same person.

Fracture proves to be much like the skeleton he once was: thoughtful, quiet, and a bit of a crybaby. He often runs off on his own to a secluded area to read, and he doesn’t talk very much even to Code. Fracture also shows to be rather clingy, but this is understandable considering he only has one friend, and he’s scared that Code will abandon him to go fight Ink and Dream by himself. Fracture never lets himself be far away from Code, even when he wants to be alone. He’s deathly terrified of running into Dream again, and does anything he can to avoid him. He knows he’s being hunted down, and that his encounter with the corrupted Dream was not a coincidence.

Fracture fights against his own negative spirit, not wanting to turn back into Nightmare and cause the world any more pain. He heavily regrets everything that’s happened since he was little, including the fight with Ink and Dream.

He’s nearly deteriorated as a being, and though he’s empathetic and thoughtful, he hasn’t much energy to act on his kindness. He has a messed up sleep schedule, since for Fracture, sleeping tends to end in waking up screaming from nightmares.

(Digital drawing used for better colors...)

He tries to disguise himself in public, wearing a large cloak. He still has the ripped bottom half of Dream’s old, dull cloak and the pin, so he turned it into a mini, tattered cape. He wears his crown as a necklace, since he needs to hide it but can’t bear to throw it away. He’s still rather short; he stands at 4’9, only one inch taller than his brother.

Other:

• Fracture has 8 cats, all of which look identical and yet are still named differently. Their names are Cocoa, Poppy, Pie, Cream, Muffin, Susan, Sir Meowman IV (named by Code), and Dream. Fracture is the only one who can remember all their names. They’re not officially his cats; they’re just a large family of strays that started following him wherever he went. Once after a close call with Fragment, Fracture had to AU-hop, and a month later, miraculously, the whole family of cats showed up from the trees.

• Fracture has a diary hidden among the rest of his books. If someone were to find it, he’d admit it’s a diary without beating around the bush.

• Fracture trusts Code with his life.

• In their house, they have a room meant specifically for when Fracture is at his social overload and wants to be left alone. It has cushy chairs and innumerable bookshelves.

~~

There’s Fracture done! Every story seems to have a slightly bean-y character, and Fracture seems to check out for this one. Everything is indirectly his fault, but he does regret everything and wishes his anger didn’t take control of him, even back when he was still a child.

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No. 1 SHOKUNIN USA Pocket Knife 7.25-Inch Buffalo Horn Damascus Steel Knife Damascus Bolster Folding Knife + Sharpening + Pocket Knife Sharpener + Hand Stitched Leather Sheath + Real Damascus Custom

SHOKUNIN USA Pocket Knife 7.25-Inch Buffalo Horn Damascus Steel Knife

PROS HAND Fashioned DAMASCUS STEEL: Made with ultra-sharp hand-produced Damascus steel cutting center at HRC58-60 hardness, this pocket knife accompanies unparalleled execution and mind-boggling edge maintenance; Damascus steel beats high carbon steel in strength and is simpler to hone as a blend of high chromium steel upgrade the other alloying components. ERGONOMIC and Well-Adjusted: The empty blade is lightweight and praises the handle in keeping up equalization and reduces exhaustion and torments on your fingers after use with comfort while furnishing you with the ideal mix of execution and straightforwardness. Eventually Tough HANDLE: The carefully developed handle has experienced extraordinary treatment, making it very impenetrable to heat, moisture, cold with military-grade quality and deep-rooted sturdiness; multiple occasions bolted for additional flexibility, Prevalent SHARPNESS: the ruthlessly sharp edge is handmade via prepared craftsmen to a mirror clean at 12-15° per side utilizing the conventional 3-advance sharpening technique; Nitrogen cooled for extreme hardness, adaptability, and execution. LIFETIME Guarantee: No premium knife is finished without a lifetime guarantee; our perfect work of art knife is completely secured forever, free exchange or return forever if the thing is faulty. CONS

No. 2 ENNSUN Damascus Pattern Spring Assisted Folding Pocket Knife Rosewood Handle with Carved Pattern, Good for Outdoor Camping Hunting, Elegant Gifts for Men

ENNSUN Damascus Pattern Spring Assisted Folding Pocket

PROS Particular: Open length: 7.87 inches; Shut Length: 4.4 inch; Blade length: 3.4 inches; Blade width: 1.06 inches; Blade thickness: 2.5mm. Framework and Lock: Quick Helped Opening Framework, Liner Lock, Simple working and wellbeing. Material: Blade material: 5CR15MOV with Damascus pattern printing. Handle Material: Rosewood with cut patterns. Convey Type: Pocket clip; Fundamental Useful for work, outdoor survival, hunting, hiking, camping, gift, Assortment Guarantee: 100% Discount guarantee for any unfit bought. CONS

No. 3 NedFoss Damascus Folding Pocket Knife, 5" Mini EDC Damascus Steel Pocket Knife with Beautiful Abalone Shell Handle, Liner Lock and Lanyard Hole

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No. 4 Mcusta Seki Japan Basic MC-0023D Ebony and VG-10 Damascus Folding Pocket Knife

Mcusta Seki Japan Basic MC-0023D Ebony and VG-10 Damascus Folding Pocket Knife

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PROS Red Sandalwood plus Damascus steel makes a one of a kind high quality collapsing pocket knife you will be pleased with! Damascus Steel Blade pleasantly hand manufactured with over (71) layers joining (high carbon steel and Low Carbon steel) with a tough nickel layer, our steel Blade has been given magnificent heat treatment to get a (58to60) HRC, guaranteeing top usefulness and life span. Structure of this exquisite high-quality Damascus knife! Feel its smooth surface with your hand and make the most of its lightweight, compact shape in your pocket! Enhance your assortment with a precious bit of craftsmanship and appreciate the bit of style it offers! Fantastic GIFTS: Offer this remarkable carefully assembled Damascus pocket knife to an exceptional companion, relative or colleague and have them grateful for your phenomenal taste! Complete Length: 75" Blade: 2" Closed: 2.75" Weight: 2.57 OZ. CONS

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PROS Beautifull Mahroon Dollar Sheet With Fragment Twofold Bloster 7'' High-quality Damascus Steel Folding Pocket Knife We Make 100% Prime Quality Handcrafted Damascus Steel Folding Pocket Knives The blade is made out of fashion welding and hammer folding 1095 and 15N20 (High and Low Carbon Steel Our Pocket Knife Feels Extraordinary In Your Grasp and Pocket! Extraordinary For Individual Use, Or A Fine Gift Best.Buy.Damascus1 Knives The Assortment You Will Be Pleased with And Beautifull Scrimshaw Fine art and highlighting definite document chipped away at back Edge We Make 100% Prime Quality Dairy animals Skin Darker Leather Sheath We Intend To Give Our Clients 100% Fulfillment CONS

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PROS Restricted release pocket knife, aesthetically made with genuine turquoise, abalone, and bronze Liner lock component with 3-inch Damascus steel blade; wood trim and metal clip on turn around Independently carefully assembled, so a few varieties ought not out of the ordinary 7 inches in length open, 4 inches closed; lifetime maker's guarantee Incorporates signature Santa Clause Fe Stoneworks gift box; made in the USA CONS

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PROS MADE IN THE USA - Gladly made and engraved in the USA Extremely sharp BLADE - 3" long, Sandvik 14C28N steel, stonewashed blade gives superb edge maintenance and erosion obstruction. Knife closed length - 4", weight - 2.4 oz. SPEED SAFE Helped OPENING - Able to use both hands flipper makes the blade fast and simple to open, regardless of whether you're left or right gave SAFE TO Convey AND Utilize - A liner lock keeps the blade secured open while use and a Tip Lock keeps the blade safely closed during transport Customized HANDLE - Make your knife genuinely stand-out by having your decision of custom content expertly laser engraved into the anodized aluminum handle CONS

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